Sunday, December 16, 2012
“If you wish, you could go and leave this place.”
“And you,” she asked.
“I am still here, but not anymore, not at all.”
“How come,” she said and her single wing twitched.
“The story is long, and I no longer know it,” he rasped.
“Ah,” sighed the bird and turned her head away.
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December 16, 2012 at 3:23 PM
This feels like a riddle somehow.
December 16, 2012 at 10:55 PM
Think peace and war by symbols. Dove and branch.
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