ACES HIGH
The cleavage was enticing, but it was only a landscape
I saw. I wanted to jump into the picture and flee. Have
you ever seen a scene that made you wish to be?
Something so bucolic, a real snapshot of old Ruritania,
wherein your heart and soul yet dwelt. You knew it, you
could feel, you so wanted to go. Sections of time like
that disappear so quickly, like a cardboard cut running
by - you've simply got to grasp it catch it, get it on
the run, stay with it and travel on; or else it's gone.
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