Slowpoke at 18:59, 19 January 2007

2007-01-19T18:59:10Z

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	That day, I chose the main street by the office district as my way home. Rather uncommon for me, it was just on impulse. Walking mindlessly among the familiar buildings, I saw a body hit the ground. You wouldn't have much chance to hear it, the sound of such an impact. Obviously someone had a fatal fall from above. Crimson started to spread over the asphalt road. But the long black hair remained untouched. And the delicate, pale, fragile limbs that one could even call white. (lit: could even associate with white) After that, a featureless(faceless?), broken face. These successive scenes reminded me of a pressed flower, shut within an ~~old book~~, ~~becoming one of its pages~~.		That day, I chose the main street by the office district as my way home. Rather uncommon for me, it was just on impulse. Walking mindlessly among the familiar buildings, I saw a body hit the ground. You wouldn't have much chance to hear it, the sound of such an impact. Obviously someone had a fatal fall from above. Crimson started to spread over the asphalt road. But the long black hair remained untouched. And the delicate, pale, fragile limbs that one could even call white. (lit: could even associate with white) After that, a featureless(faceless?), broken face. These successive scenes reminded me of a pressed flower, shut within an ancient volume, until it becomes a page itself.

	-I guess.		-I guess.

	The corpse, with a twisted neck, (The corpse, with a neck twisted like an infant) looked to me like a lily, with its stalk freshly snapped.		The corpse, with a twisted neck, (The corpse, with a neck twisted like an infant) looked to me like a lily, with its stalk freshly snapped.

Slowpoke at 16:30, 19 January 2007

2007-01-19T16:30:55Z

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That day, I chose the main street by the office district as my way home. Rather uncommon for me, it was just on impulse. Walking mindlessly among the familiar buildings, I saw a body hit the ground. You wouldn't have much chance to hear it, the sound of such an impact. Obviously someone had a fatal fall from above. Crimson started to spread over the asphalt road. But the long black hair remained untouched. And the delicate, pale, fragile limbs that one could even call white. (lit: could even associate with white) After that, a featureless(faceless?), broken face. These successive scenes reminded me of a pressed flower, shut within an old book, becoming one of its pages.

-I guess.

The corpse, with a twisted neck, (The corpse, with a neck twisted like an infant) looked to me like a lily, with its stalk freshly snapped.

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