Spirit in a Material World

A spirit watches life passing, an ever flowing streams of light and sound. Colors swirl and dance, touching for a moment before moving on. Hopes and dreams sparkle, fireflies at dusk, here then gone and back again. 

She reaches out, a bitter sweet smile upon her lips, watching life slip through her fingers.

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