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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

$10 Shirt.Woot: Prismism

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She sighed and looked up. “Look, I’m really busy here, so – uh -”

Her icy reproach caught in her throat as his zip-up ITALIA jacket fell open. Underneath, his t-shirt displayed an array of prismatic rainbows stabbing downward from fluffy clouds. The moment hung there between them.

And she knew. She knew he wasn’t like the others. He was attuned to bigger things, to transcendent things. She wanted him.

Images, not words, by Will Bryant

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