You have become smoke. Shades of gray drift between reality and a netherworld version of reality. Sometimes rising upward, straight and true and predictable. Other times swirling in ways that seem random to those on the outside. Smoke has its own rules.
There was no need to eliminate the duplicate paragraph - it was worth reading twice. This piece employs perhaps your most vivid metaphor yet. And that's saying something.
There was no need to eliminate the duplicate paragraph - it was worth reading twice. This piece employs perhaps your most vivid metaphor yet. And that's saying something.
Charlie