Dernière Fois

Warm spirits of an otherwordly aroma had surrounded him, drowned him in a cascade of of a crooked smile, his eyes were burning with the lack of blinking, but he sat happy, mellow, and far from his problems. He may have been sitting, but had taken his shoes off while he glided. The cold air had felt like sharp numbness, and grazed his face until his face was no more. Everything he held, he held with empty hands, but felt it all. He stood straight, but was still slanting, even as he walked, he barely touched the ground. When it was over, and the ligt had gone out, he grabbed his torch and another candle of happiness and ignited his satisfaction once again.

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