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It crept into the corners of her eyes, hugged her head until it fell beneath the heaviness, and then curdled around her wilted remains like a loyal companion. Lunacy loved her, and for that she was lost.

The more she learned the more her memory, like her eyes, had to squint at the concepts she tried to recall; things once known, even a day or hour ago, were forgotten for want of space. A brain could only bury so much in its folds before the excess was inevitably forfeited to the air beyond.

She tousled her hair, shimmying out the kink, sliding dirty fingers through the sweat-slickened strands. It had been a long day, and was going to be a longer night. She grabbed a pencil, wrapped her hair into a bun, and pinned it in place.There was no point in showering now.

hell

"Ha! Right?" She rubbed her face and instantly regretted it; grease and ink seeped into her pores. She was going to fail the test, and no amount of studying was going to change that. Eric smiled at her, but it was stiffer than it should've been. He knew how hard this was for her, how much she needed to pass this class. But there was nothing else he could do. "Hell is a test without notes."

It spat at her, lodging broken signals and sunspots in her ear. The transmission was officially, and irrevocably dead. There was no one left to repair the relay station, and even if there were, all the space suits had been taken out by the flare. The entire north section of the base was lost, and if she was being honest with herself, so was she.

What a failure. Months he had been planning, months! And yet here it was, a few dangling parts and a coffee stained blueprint. He was never going to get the research grant for next year; the funding board was far too efficient.

She wasn't as versatile as she had previously thought. To the contrary, she was cracking like over-iced iron. There was too much work to do, too far out of her wheelhouse with way too many distractions. There was too little time, too little motivation, and too little progress. She was doomed.

Computers were beyond him. There complexity was matched only by his confusion when he looked at them. Even the buttons--each with two symbols and several functions beyond those--left him wincing and wallowing in utter ineptitude. Why did they always break right when school started?

He explained all the different indicator species, pointing out the way the blue spruce was stunted at lower elevations, almost sickly, and how bluegrass in turn lost its bluish hue when you traveled up the moment. However, in between notes she couldn't help focusing on the way the sun clipped the tree tops and set the needles alight, burning the shadow's of two distant bunnies into the ground.

aura

It extended beyond the means of measurement or comprehension, encompassing all life in and out of the known realities. The aura's strength suppressed any awareness of its existence, for nothing survived outside of it. As far as they could tell, there was nothing outside of it at all.

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L. wrote about canvas
“The canvas of her heart stretched thin over doubts and fears, marred with indecision and longing in his absence. Should he arrive, would it fix everything, or would the sweetness of the moment merely…”

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