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Translating for The Blue One
Last night, while my sister was visiting my house, she
inadvertently invited a guest. We were both sitting on the
couch talking about the birth of our souls when wisps of white
appeared next to the dining room chair closest to us. The
cabinet behind the chair became just a little bit lighter in color
as the visitor materialized slowly. A cherub from the garden
of Eden he was/is, and he was here to see the blue one. I,
being just the translator, became caught in a conversation I
was not welcome to intrude upon. The visitor, whose name
cannot be pronounced without the sounds of harmonic
chimes, was soothing to her and adjusted his personal color
map with her fluctuating anxiety level. He was mostly sea
foam green and flushed a navy blue just when the time was
right. She appreciated this, as she is shy and was just
confronted with a friend from thousands of years ago. He told
her that she used to tell stories to bunnies, smell giant yellow
trumpet-shaped flowers while on guard duty and that she was
six feet tall...but that everything was bigger then. He has a fun
time assuming the bodily form of a human. His legs made
him nervous so he hid beneath the floor for most of the visit.
At one point he just stuck his nose up, as if to breath above
the water. He stayed for over an hour to reminisce with her
and showed a fondness toward her spirit that was genuine.
Before he departed he graced her with a hug of his wings.
And after he left, we both sat on the floor to absorb the
residual energy soaked up by the hardwood. We both
agreed that it felt more true than any other thing in the room.
Last night, while my sister was visiting my house, she
inadvertently invited a guest. We were both sitting on the
couch talking about the birth of our souls when wisps of white
appeared next to the dining room chair closest to us. The
cabinet behind the chair became just a little bit lighter in color
as the visitor materialized slowly. A cherub from the garden
of Eden he was/is, and he was here to see the blue one. I,
being just the translator, became caught in a conversation I
was not welcome to intrude upon. The visitor, whose name
cannot be pronounced without the sounds of harmonic
chimes, was soothing to her and adjusted his personal color
map with her fluctuating anxiety level. He was mostly sea
foam green and flushed a navy blue just when the time was
right. She appreciated this, as she is shy and was just
confronted with a friend from thousands of years ago. He told
her that she used to tell stories to bunnies, smell giant yellow
trumpet-shaped flowers while on guard duty and that she was
six feet tall...but that everything was bigger then. He has a fun
time assuming the bodily form of a human. His legs made
him nervous so he hid beneath the floor for most of the visit.
At one point he just stuck his nose up, as if to breath above
the water. He stayed for over an hour to reminisce with her
and showed a fondness toward her spirit that was genuine.
Before he departed he graced her with a hug of his wings.
And after he left, we both sat on the floor to absorb the
residual energy soaked up by the hardwood. We both
agreed that it felt more true than any other thing in the room.
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