ToGetHer
She was a work of art; a time machine of sorts.
A collaboration requiring the most careful focus on details by a cast of characters unseen.
A symphony of one hundred hours, pulled from forms of molten fire.
Until she stood, the gently formed and polished image, as unique as the many hands who assembled her.
Wired to the present reality, electricity brings to life a servant of the highest order.
And he truly loved her much more deeply than he dared try express.
Copyright © Fred Jagenberg | Year Posted 2021
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