Monday, August 18, 2008

This is it. Nowhere else, nothing else, No other time. Leaves stir to the gentle breeze and warm sunshine brings withered ones whose bark is dark and crumbly back to blossom. I tried to read a History of This, but suddenly shadows and mists of fog swallowed the pages.
-from off the wall...

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