As it glides gracefully to the floor guided only by the forces surrounding it there is no sound just a quiet emptiness of an instantaneous moment where the paper lined in blue separated by half inches slips from the hand.
Decelerating downward gracefully, almost fluidly with the push pull of gravity, dancing with newton and his apples' theories not fighting laws: dancing harmonizing and whispering softly into the ears of this filled empty space. "excuse me I'm coming through,please make some room" as the blue lined paper comes to a halt upon the fuzzy threads beneath the air above the earth. Good morning carpet
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