Cresting each new slithering ridge merely seeks a scalable vastness, as its floor & ceiling match wits to play at their maddening equilibrium. Indeed, even the loose, windswept sands- which are everywhere strewn heavenwards in glittering dissolve- begin to blur the division between the rising dunes & the descending sky. The Lord Sun’s reign suffers no such division.
Lost in Translation by Nat Urasmetova
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