The sands of time
When i look at this i see the sands of time robbing us of our passion. The folds in the fabric remind me of the ridges on dunes as they constantly rebuild themselves under the content assault of the wind. I see features drawn smooth by times passage here in just such a way. Eroded until nothing visible is left. The passion of the kiss smoothed away.
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Wow! Great one! And very poetic! Thank you!
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