Friendship
As streams of air they met, one blue one black, coming from different
directions, clashing into each other and swirling around as arms
of air grasped to get a hold. They danced around each other, exploring
the other, trying to look from all directions, swerving and floating,
sometimes with surprising speed as something new caught their attention.
Dancing ever on, a whirlwind of color. There were two, but there
was only one dance. As they went on circling around - trying both
to encompass as to penetrate the other, to see the whole while exploring
the shifts of different colors in the core - the black showed a
sign of blue while the blue darkened. On and on they danced, but
after a while there was but one color as there had only been one
dance.
A single stream of air continued its way, stronger now than either
had been before.
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