a sudden rush of cold but replenishing air.
she gasped taking it all in, surprised that she was asphyxiated, drowning in the nude tule and lace.
with nothing to hang on to, she dipped back again into the textured abyss.
looking up as she sank deeper the cloudy grey, fogged by her wild red hair.
she showed no more restraint,as she felt the last cool on the atmosphere leave her last finger tip. She replayed the view of the perfect grey sky, and the wild greens of the fern, the forest and the spring bud.
The one, deep, breathe of air, tasted like the spirit of the Omnipotent One, that was going to cradle her, carry her through the silk, the rayon, the nylon- - the Tulle.
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