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Nephele in the Looking Glass

“You are ice”, she said and held her hand out, gently touching.

“Solid and smooth as a mirror.”

“I am steam”, she said and looked away.

She wished she was water.

‘If I could melt you a little’, she thought as tears condensed.

‘You would feel me.’ She looked again.

“I am boundless like a cloud.”

She closed her eyes, leaving only mist.

“Call the wind to bring me to you.”