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Ms. Livingstone stood on the edge of the precipice and with her stretched fingers, she touched the particle stream. “A wise man once said that youth and physical beauty were temporary, impermanent states of sentience. Gratuitous graces. As time goes on, wrinkles will appear on your face, your bones will weaken, and even your mind will not be the sharp blade it once was.” She floated towards the middle of the chasm, which bathed her avatar in blue silver light. “Do not hold on, the wise man said. Go with the flow…but by god, I’m a stubborn old bitch.”

Submitted: May 11, 2008

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Classy Peach

Aaaak! I love it!
Like I'm floating on a cloud when reading this story.
Just let go and let the next level wrap you like a warm cloak made of rare berries and unusual monkey fur.!!

Sun, May 11th, 2008 2:35pm


Lol. I have to admit, I'm having a blast writing it. Thanks for your comments.

Surfs up!
They're yours to ride.

Sun, May 11th, 2008 5:28pm

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