DIASPORA
Two pipe-smoking men, collecting
stamps, were sitting at their table,
hunched over something. They quietly
chatted at will, handling this while
touching on that. Alas, they were
but illusion, one from a distant
past - they were not truly
present there at all, just
glowing shadows from
another fine beyond.
Two pipe-smoking men, collecting
stamps, were sitting at their table,
hunched over something. They quietly
chatted at will, handling this while
touching on that. Alas, they were
but illusion, one from a distant
past - they were not truly
present there at all, just
glowing shadows from
another fine beyond.
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