How they did stare eyes peeled to the evening sky, an eclipse is what they wanted to see. Too bad for them, there was no eclipse, on this occasion.
Molten light sparkles like stars in the night and the iridescent image swims
through a mirror that flows into time, that serpentine meander of fantasy and realism.
Yet they stayed, sitting on blankets, wrapped in shawls, eyes wearing fantastic googles, approprate sheilds.
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to use in a prose piece
and the iridescent image swims
through a mirror that flows
through a mirror that flows
AUGUST IS STEELPAN MONTH
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