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  • We stand alone, as if the last two people in existence and we live up to this as if we believe it ourselves. She dances, spinning life contrasted against the surrounding brittle stalks, hair whipping up a challenge to the fours winds as they build their army on the dark horizon. I sing and clap along a rhythm, the only distraction she recognizes against her careful movements.

    When the moment has passed she walks further towards the top of our kingdom, tired and chest heaving she climbs onto her hay throne. From my position her majesty is assured by the ring of clouds crowning her, high above her head.

    I join her, scaling clumsily to her side, almost unseating her. We sit side by side, words irrelevant now watching the narrow sludge of orange red sky waiting only for the end of the world.
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