fog on her glasses
from the still steaming tea 
a book in her hand
as she casually reads.
a catch in her breath
as the climax grows near 
she's deaf to the world; 
the book's all she can hear.
she's completely lost now,
or perhaps she is found
in this strange paper world 
that's far from the ground. 

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