Portrait of a couple who have lost their noses. It’s sad when it hits them so young. I mean, you’re trying to get through the work week, it’s slow, things are piling up in metals and metal manufactures, pharmaceuticals, shipbuilding, textiles, tourism, food and beverages, or other, and then you look up, it’s Thursday, and you’ve lost your nose.
My first question is, did she lose her nose of natural causes, or is this some sort of weird marriage solidarity thing? “We shall both be noseless together, my love,” sort of thing? A lover’s pact, but less romantic than poison?
Or maybe they met at a convention for noseless members of the candle-play scene. It’s a VERY small community. Really, just two people (although there’s still a yahoogroup about it, go fig.)
I need to turn them the other way and do a monochrome wash over them, make them into Soviet Cold War era posters. COMRADES! The state only asks for your noses! It is the least you can give!
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