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An alchemy

I like how my city looks through your eyes:
Bright and exciting
Shiny buildings, shiny spires
Elfin bodies and bejeweled ellipses
Everything shot through with the glow of
Anticipation and possibility

I like how my world sounds filtered by the rhythms of your voice:
Bass drums and cherubic flutes
The hush of freshly fallen snow over graven images
A whisper of decadence
Whistles of newspaper boys and coffee men
A rumbling underground hurtling towards the future

I smell: honeysuckle and rose and jasmine;
I taste: sweetness and salt;

I feel: resurrected.

You, oh you,
You change the very substance of matter
Transform it with the alchemy of your being

You have transformed me
I can’t ever go back

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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