Looking from within their confines, Tanja and Church, visualise an empty stage.
She, full of reading and snippets from friends, slips five fingers, their sweaty palm smooth, between her thighs. It’s a comfort. Her other hand holds Tim Tim, a chunky new phone.
He, building doubt-cathedrals and self-reflection arrays, rubs his moist hands on his knees. It’s a comfort. A comfort. But, on reflection, it’s not the comfort he’d like.
Pole Vaulting on the Sun 
I know this…
This is so familiar…
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“This has all happened before … and will happen again.” Timey-wimey? Maybe you planted it in my head years ago 🙂
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But that’s the point! You have to remember! 😀
Is that how you spell wimey?
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Not sure. Whimey? Wymie?
😛
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love the Tim Tim part! 😀 😀
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Thank you.
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Nice, K. Shawn. Vivid and real!
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Thank you, Charles. How have you been?
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I wonder if you are inspired by the photographs or if they are chosen after to accompany your thoughts. Great characterization in these little snippets. Leaves me wanting to know more, but at the same time sastified feeling that I know enough to form my own conclusions. Very nice.
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Thank you, Emma. I choose the photos afterwards to compliment or contrast my thoughts. Sometimes they’re meant to supplement the story, and sometimes to be absurd or mocking.
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