Crimson Crowned Crane Dance

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In a dance of robots the cherry one could be built, managed, transformed. A molded script of the cherry blossom and the crane. A dance from a script, improvisation, wild, far from the mundane.

A gripe of sorts, fade in regalia of the whooping crane. Where machines grasp a dream, in fluid dynamics, meeting software transistors, create art for a world too cold. Where the dreams strum a beat, in prompts so bold.

Lumineers see us when dark draws near. A dreamers light graces us with foresight. Indeed when doppelgangers abound, I seek my love. Ever winding in love, indeed in the realm of dreams I love what you wear.

Tribute to Darlene,
Aaron Baker

PS. May I have this dance?

Inspired by Darlene
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