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OUT OF A CLEAR BLUE SKY
Out of a clear blue sky; out of a smooth ripple-free pool - stealing the light and air, she stands with arms outstretched. Your heart stops and your breath is caught, and nothing else exists: She is your future. You have to watch her eyes. In dreams you might escape their pull, but in the magnitude of the moment; in that inescapable event, you are bound by an ancient and unspoken charter: Having looked, you are bound. She wants you to hold her; hold her slender wrinkle-free hand; feel her cool triumphant grasp. Captured. Taken … in the nick of time. Escape is quite impossible. There is no going back: Time cannot be replayed. Some have waited so long that this moment when it arrives is nothing but a delightful celebration. For them, she glows with promise; a beauty without equal… as, for certain, she is beyond comparison. For me? Shall I avoid her eyes, avoid her grasping touch? Shall I struggle with my breath and strike hard upon my breast and heart? A vain refusal it would be… For Madam De’Ath chooses her own time. © Griffonner 2024
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