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When the prints came out I looked pale. A dancing corpse upon a black velvet couch. My body and eyes definite. Solid. The rest of me whisped around, cloud-like. My lips, a pigmented blur of flesh tones and shadow—perhaps I should have taken the money and stood still until command… as the city appears quick, rising-classic as a sunrise through a cleft in the hill. Emerald, cobalt and sea-foam gleams from tall glasses of steel gilt reflections gathered and releasing an absinthine cocktail of celestial and artificial lights. Hard-wrought salve drenching black blood-shot eagle’s eyes. I adjust slings and packs of cloth protection from deserts tempest, feeling a tug of gravity at breast, and for the first time in days: I smile…