A reverie on natural crystals.
Arrays of exquisite being. Topologies of uneven knots hold tight, yet set a line of twists in play that will affect this matrix of connections. A pressure hardly noticed here, yet holds away will be tested to maintain a grip, a point in the eternal present. If broken, a thrust into a time of grabbing electric hands, some wildly shaking, some oddly waiting. All a chance for another forever grasp. (embrace)
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