Sunday, November 1, 2009
Imagine a clearing on a windy day . . .
See a shadow pass along the ground. Around and around, higher and higher, it doesn't matter; the dark shape is still tied down to the land. Hear the scream, high and sharp. Hear the cry and it carries on and on, holding all the words that are in its heart. There is silence again, but that scream...
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