51 words: Silkworm

The city somehow shrunk in a day. It became too small, enclosing us in its silk cocoon. For hours, or minutes, or miles we teetered at the end of its thin rope. What saddened him the most was how easy it was to leave, after all those years weaving ourselves together.

 

 

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