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“Something’s out there,” he muttered, his palm to the glass. “You’re always saying that,” she said. As long as she’d known him he’d felt it; the lone ant in the ant farm looking outward. “One day I’ll break through and make worlds collide.” And yet somehow, impossibly, she believed him.
Photo by EJC 
Amazing both the story and the picture!
-S
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I really appreciate that. Thank you. I felt like it was a little Matrixy, but that’s exactly what I thought of after I finished editing the photo; being trapped in your world and trying to get out. Glad you liked it.
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Of course,E! Have a great day!
-S
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