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January 18, 2007 / zanzi


for a while he stood, face poised over the burning flame, a striking picture in the dark. his skin seemed curiously dead but his eyes were a-glimmer. he would have been a wild creature of the forest, glorious and magnificent, but somewhere grace had given way to hollow decadence. it couldn’t take away the ring of true metal, but the lustre had been worn away, the sheen was gone.

he snuffed out the fire with a decisive swipe of his paw and, with an air of finality, walked off unflickeringly.


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