Life, a curvature of time, fragile--yet sturdy as glass. Times we glisten and shine; times we grow dull; times we shatter and must become liquid again; reblown, rebirth.Flame fingers reach around our world and stretch out beyond; a thin strand of molten glass teased into shape and form by experience, love--or lack thereof.
How do we survive over time? Are we fluid enough, resilient enough to re-form? And how?
And what other questions fuel the furnace we call life?
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