Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice.
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