We squeezed droplets of life through our fists of fog. Every bead turning the swirling below us into a merry-go-round of color gone mad. A sucking spiral of Wonka-esque proportions. We stood hypnotized by our creation. Even as we ignored one another in truly impressive fashion. It wasn't until after the last spirals of hue had faded that we realized we had wrung out the very last soft pieces of ourselves. Drained of color, we had nothing left to give one another.
8:20 p.m. - 2015-11-04
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