Today's OneWord: Real
"Are you real?"
The little red man looked blanky back at me. His top hat was smoldering with stardust. His tailcoat was spun out of cosmic satin. The cane was a musical baton that spread symphonies across the space, a curved treble clef built out of dust and sound.
"Madam," he said to me in a sing-song voice, "if I wasn't real, would your dancing truly be as riveting to your soul?"
The little red man looked blanky back at me. His top hat was smoldering with stardust. His tailcoat was spun out of cosmic satin. The cane was a musical baton that spread symphonies across the space, a curved treble clef built out of dust and sound.
"Madam," he said to me in a sing-song voice, "if I wasn't real, would your dancing truly be as riveting to your soul?"
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