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She walked into to the front of the empty house~quarters , slowly and full of thoughts .
No one she knew in the past lived here anymore . Some were dead of old age , or sickness .
The baobab tree still stood proud , she stood looking up , remembering her childhood . She buried a doll here , her favorite , headless doll , bought years before by her guardian . She insisted on burying it .
It was simply not right , having the doll and not do anything about it , looking like that , she had said . Her guardian laughed until her tears on her cheeks glistened and her eyes came into a wide slit with eyebrows close to her hairlines , looking at her and shook her head ,
~ then you have to give it a burial ~
The guardian knowingly , nodded to her .
The baobab tree , it was . It was a proper thing to do , she had insisted .
She stood there still looking up the tree until she realized the eerie silence surrounding her for the first time .
The windows were the silent opened eyes , soulless , in this case .
This is not deadly eerie , but a silent abandonment to when only you are around , breathing in the moments around here , living the notion to what indeed the ticking seconds were .
Bta.Drsa walked slowly towards the house~quarters .
Hot sunny afternoon , dried on the ground , clay baked in the sun and the little pond in the corner .
Chipped painted soulless windows , torn curtains by age , she can feel them from where she was .
Slightly larger now , that little pond in the corner , as she remembered it , the roots of that other baobab tree , reaching out to the pond’s surface . Wonder whether that would strengthened the tree or simply brings it down sooner in the end ?
Her heart sank , a slow wilting .
Plenty of good memories here , perhaps they just moved on , to better regions . Hot sun , dry season at all times and nomadic methods and probably Hexa.Sync had come up with new better results .
You’ll see in the extension , from those results , reaching out like that growth of air filtering plants , success breeds success , while failure is fast abandoned , until somehow the connectivity of that failures back relating coming in or on , at from different elevated factors .
Bta.Drsa breathed in and sighed quietly .
Naboti’s City Hall is like the early civilized numbering schematic , unfinished thousands , strong with , to complete with another coming hundreds .
Catching up with the Big Smiles .
She klik.konnekt-ed somebody familiar . Somebody who had went around the bend for her , experienced fully to her expectations .
Gilded words , living trees statements .
It rang while she stared at the baobab trees and wondered how on earth these trees could even begin to look like this ?
2
Kha.Long put the variety of fruits on the table , and sat facing Rumb.Grumb .
01 Try this one , Butter.Skeets . It melted five second later . New batches they said , improved 01
Rumb.Grumb opened his eyes , from a quick meditation , stood up , and headed to the dinner table .
17 You are not going to see what’s inside the parcel ? 17
01 Later , there is no return address . Kinda odd , ain’t it ? 01
Rumb took a slice of the fruit , Butter.Skeets , chewed it and stopped himself from saying anything further .
01 Melting down state ? Very delicious , eh ? Let it linger further before you take another one , there’s a fizz , soon coming 01
At that , Rumb slowly smiled .
17 The fizz … gathered at the tip of my tongue , from the sides and to the back of it … exclusivelyz 17
Kha.Long clapped his hands , laughing shrilly , happily .
01 Very good . It matches your life.linings , the Butter.Skeets . How amazing ! 01
17 Don’t tell me , let me guess , the scientists had figured out through genetic manipulations , which DNA had close proximity to the taste of this Butter.Skeets . Simple determination , of who would have that certain ‘palate’ and who’s don’t , right ? 17
Kha.Long took another slice .
01 How knowledge leads . And from that certain palate , you can however ‘see’ it’s probability . It practically leads your glitt.intraxx 01
Rumb.Grumb stopped himself from taking his glass to drink , staring at Kha.Long, noting , and said to him , perplexed ,
17 You can not taste ‘the fizz ‘ ! 17
Kha.Long smiled and put his finger up as if to silent anyone who is around him .
01 No , I can’t taste the fizz , I know of it though … and you should be aligned yourself to fracted.norm in one of these days , just to see what you’re truly capable of . 01
3
The final cut .
All the facets reflected each other , the diamond was The Sparks .
Every time you would look at it , it was in that state , sparks .
From five directions , a bright glistening dew in one direction , a lightning spark incoming into another , overpowering blending tones of these magnificence , clarifying bright into one another .
These consistent states , eventually reveals .
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Degrees
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And now , the final cut .
The blending of these dewy sparks and lightning .
Fire and water at it’s brightest possibilities .
In that constant moving state , it will initiate , a glimmer .
The glimmers that lasted only a few milli-second , a birth to simplify the mere seconds into a milli~sec of understanding of revelation , for a price , of course .
Sparkling decencies with obscene pricing , quietly Tion.Tion laughed at that idea .
These imperfect cuts ; to remind you how all it is in the end , in the scheme of perfection into a completion ; and in a diamond , it does need consideration in depth and ultimately a decision of degrees by the designers .
Yes , and in that state of constant creative moves , creating , that imperfect cuts will have indeed a seeking into the right place to be , given to the other facets being where they were . As best as the designers believed it should be , therefore , the relations are quickened to gather about in the state of perceivers .
And that seeking is the catalyst for seeding the perfection back into the symmetry and in the scoping being the designers , the sparks and the fashions in the make of the utmost achievable for everyone elses to … see , enjoy … whatever … it is a matter of glints and proprietary in and by achieving it .
How quaint ! , Tion.Tion smiled .
The philosophy of Degrees .
When you are not near enough to study the make of it , then simply own it and admire …. it makes a tireless sense of commitment , in being right without having to ‘work’ for it , at the very least , justifiable .
The point.view rang from across the room .
The degrees kept on formulating deep into his psychi …
Flawlessly , in the virtue of imperfection .
The final cut has to be in two acquainted , adjoining bottom sides at the same degree and in decimal diferences in degree , reflecting the accessible tops Absorbing lights , faceting ; reflecting as much as it would get from the world outside , giving back a lilt extra from the help of the other brilliant calculation in the cuts .
Left or right ? Depending on the wearer .
The portioning in the middle that bends , had to curve flawlessly .
And the virtues … ?
The wearer would decide in his or her own intentions , the virtues would be most definitely aware at the back of his or her head , reflecting realities back into the gleaming lights of the gem .
The abrasion , given to dust off for the sparks in , had to be done confidently in the milli~second , deep in the knowing of grinding into the stone .
Like a blind man who knows . His silence of particular knowledge could only be based only to his experiences … he dared not questions himself to the term in his own understanding to what symmetry is , since he has none to base that findings to go with .
:: Tion.Tion , you have an important urgent calls waiting for a call back ::
Urgencies ? Really ?
~ Circ , can you return the calls , like I am not avaliable since I am in a different zone for now ? Can you , please ? ~
And the cut had to deepen only so ; enough , that the spark of the dews and the lightning , exist together to glimmer in it’s healthiest brightness , premier to that earlier mentioned middle proportion and in that few milli seconds , the glints simply have to bend in tandem , perfectly .
~ Tell to the whomever it is that , I’ll be back in a week’s time ~
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