Looking tall, the liquid is floating still, imprisoned in the dark side of the solid glass. The ostrich egg is taking up the most space on the lucid plate on a rustic counter. Looking numb and not at all delighted, the gigantic egg cries out loud for a sip of its companion to make her drunk. Wildness is what she desires to justify her untamed past life.
It's an old silver scene with a background full of senselessness, but one which gives you enough excuse to own and honor it.
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