Toes touch, but only to flirt with the dust underfoot, drifting over earth, awake in a dream. Rain pelts the shell, rusting away flesh, melting the body to vapor, passing through the ice core of the invisible, the self, warming paths of nothing through and gone. Puffs of loosened soil remain in passing, settled and calm. A rushing cascade removes and replaces, relives and rejoices. A revenant has passed through.
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It was lovely to talk with you this evening whilst I cooked my dinner. I hope you're having a wonderful time tonight.