Standing taller than you or me in a darkened flattened shade; A see-through smokey and wavey stain, while stuck to the body with nowhere to go, except where your footsteps are laid. Our shadow lingers

On a good day the transcendence of Nebadon and Nebadonians in the healing resistance of a perfect Smith-world glows as brightly and beautifully as the daylight allows that beauty to shine over the earth