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  • The jeweler hands him the creation. His eyebrows lay low above slightly flared nostrils and the devil's smirk. A man turns it over in his finger tips considering his investment. His heart craves for the very moment of impact.

    Palms sweaty, he opens the small velvet box in his hand for the thousandth time. Inside, a glimmering achievement. Three carats, set inside a beautiful golden band. He gathers himself and leaves his apartment.

    The lady divides air as she glides across the floor to him, his car waiting, warm, beneath the veranda outside.

    Hours pass. Atop the skyline tower terrace in the heart of the downtown, he steps over the railing to the other side and makes his offer of marriage to her. The ring. It slides onto her finger. She holds her hand up to the moon light to drink the nectar of ivory.

    Beyond the moon and darkened sky, a terrified miner retrieves a dirty, opaque stone from the pit. He holds it up to the Sun, his face aglow with sweat and tears.

    Wind gathers her scent and blows it the world over. A tempest of emotion, her storm pales in comparison to the breath of the dying.
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