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I am dressed in black.
I change and wear a white t-shirt. From it colourful threads complete with bobbins hang. As I walk they unspool in a frenzied dance. I reach the empty fountain. Milk reminds me I am more than a body. I breathe. I capture my breath into a plastic bag. I hold it, full. I squeeze it until all the breath is gone. I hold it, empty. I let the bag fall to the ground. Such is our life: full one moment, empty the next. Then it is over. |