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Footprints on A Fading Fragrance
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The Abstract, The Unreal, The Magical
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Footprints on A Fading Fragrance
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Footprints on A Fading Fragrance | The Abstract, The Unreal, The Magical Footprints on A Fading Fragrance The Abstract, The Unreal, The Magical The Weeping Waters June 29, 2008 Sometimes, in my flashes of forgetting, I couldn’t remember the first time I had slit her skin. She told me there was no first time. No first of its kind. No beginnings. She introduced me to her realm of déjà vu — where all beginnings kept repeating from time immemorial. Blood was her expression of déjà vu. Recurrence. Her blood was strangely cohesive. They sprang from the association of her being, defied the gravity and froze somewhere in the air. They captured a block of air in my room and made a home. When the sunrays touched them, the red droplets kept glowing for a few hours until they turned brown. Drying. The patches kept lingering in intangible spaces of my room. They smelled of the sea. Her blood was also volatile. I could remove the strains of the brown blood from my undiluted air by ...
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