Wednesday, September 17, 2008
An Echo At My Door Canto I. The Stranger
Even before I realized a reverberation, a stranger was echoing, echoing at my door. Upon opening it I knew there would be a friend but my non-solicitous stance inhibited me and the portal of opportunity was obstructed. Again, the echoing, echoing at my door; the arms extended, the ingenious appeal...
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