A man from the west land identifies her.
A woman from not far off appears grey.
One identified; one grey.
He feels tranquility. He feels his age. Happiness.
Is twenty plus thirty plus six too young?
She senses her identity nearing; still unclear.
One woman, grey, reaches out to him.
She reaches down to him. Take me. Feel me. Be me.
She feels his life gone forever.
If I want to live my life again... I must die to myself today.
Don't go. I must. Don't lose me.
Two women. In the sky. On the ground.
One man in between.
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