We continue to pit two tiny hillocks against the infinity of a sky bending dangerously on the brown bushes with loud explosions in their rear and a gray smoke in the elevation.We have a man and a woman near,two faceless figures for a scenery.They have no faces but cheekbones.

A rock gets angry with a loud bang with machines making it look small in the bigness of the blue scenery.Woman bathes in emptiness of rock.Rock falls into emptiness of morning as smaller holes bath in bigger holes.Brown bushes bath in their shadows.

Holes have shadows in themselves.Shadows have no holes in a scenery.There are tiny eruptions in shadows like lizards in holes quickly catching tiny eruptions to eat their emptiness.

We are in a hurry to pit two tiny hills against the infinity of a breathless sky before it eats them into its emptiness.


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