I love this concept, I love this universe, I love your writing. These passages, in particular, were especially pleasing:
A darkling moon eclipsed the sun, and John stood naked in front of the mirror and bore witness to himself. He saw that his skin was true, and that he'd chosen every inch of it, and that there were still inches to be chosen.
When John Watson was forty-two, the wind returned from its journey around the world, echoing his own words back to him: one more miracle. Dust became flesh once more, and ashes became blood coursing through living veins.
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Date: 2012-06-14 11:46 am (UTC)A darkling moon eclipsed the sun, and John stood naked in front of the mirror and bore witness to himself. He saw that his skin was true, and that he'd chosen every inch of it, and that there were still inches to be chosen.
When John Watson was forty-two, the wind returned from its journey around the world, echoing his own words back to him: one more miracle. Dust became flesh once more, and ashes became blood coursing through living veins.
Excellent job.