White Hand Waving
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You waved your hand
in its white glove from the train window, holding a blue scarf which fluttered then fell like a flower shedding petals to the wind. Your fingers floated off, sailing toward me through the ectoplasm consummating our souls, as the train receded allegro, then presto into the horizon, leaving me in a room of blue skies pillowed with white clouds. |