Ripples of Time. . . as Ra rises above the saline basin, golden fingertips brush across the surface with tenderness, dipping between the ripples of time. undulating pastel waves kiss the sky, only to fade as Ra yawns. the echo of many quivering wings rides out on the ocean’s roar. somewhere, though not too far away, drums tap out a rhythm. and the drums beat on into the night’s enchantment infusing the air with an alternate reality, rippled just beyond this side of illusion. with us, along this narrow strip of existence, that divides dreams from certainty, severs reality from deception, where truth is known, dwells. . . then again, outside the full moon sets amidst the trailing clouds. and Ra stretches. candles lit, the veils grow thinner. bodies become translucent enough to reveal countless galaxies within, dissolving into particles of light. and two heartbeats become one. . . rememberings from another time, another place. . .
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