The Giraffes (2) were floating together in the sky, if they had hands they would be held together. The giraffes were floating in the sky like they lost their feet and they were skidding along ice. The giraffes had a serene grace that made blue ribbons trail behind them like they were slipping through toffee.
The giraffes spoke some words. Which probably sounded like the characters in Charlie Brown cartoons (kinda like the old school trumpet players – “Wah wah wa Wah Wah Waaah”). Their words/sounds made no sense but the meaning was clear like freshly melted glacier water.
I heard them say I don’t know what but I knew exactly what they said.
Wont six eou yereh wish swich maer drouy nireh d’nifyl nol luoy
The giraffes kept floating. Differently now. They were close. They were still holding hands and you could still see the deep affection. (they span gracefully in synchronicity) but it was a professional closeness. Next to the space where you could insert only a cigarette paper between their hands, were falling butterflies near the stomach of the of the taller (96 metre) giraffe.
THIS INEVITABLY TAKES ALL NIGHT TO PROCESS> FEELS LIKE SIX MINUTES
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