Like a ghost of a thought Apolo Ohno slips through the field of skaters, leaning so far that his body almost kisses the ice, as his gold fingertips dance across the white. The sheer fluidity coupled with blink-speed decisions, a lost moment and two skaters dissolve into the slipstream.
It makes me happy to consider making a more beautiful painting, pouring everything I know into a field of brush strokes...
...the movement of their bodies draw perfect lines across my eyes, across my heart and erase time
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