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I was following the wind that day. It usually swirled me around deeper into the mountains, but that day it rolled off them and swept me down to the meadow. I must have passed the house a hundred times before I ever knew it was there.
Grey Brothers. Souleaters, Leon thought with an uncontrollable shiver. He glanced around the alley and felt his stomach turn. They could have been regular thugs, dropouts from the very high school he went to, and he thought he might even have recognized some of their faces, but somehow, he knew they weren’t human.
Someone once told me that if you ran fast enough, you could fly.
You can delay it. You can ignore it. You can alter the terms of it, but it’s going to happen eventually. That’s the idea of inevitability, you can’t stop it. People die.
A dream of a wasteland/Awaken with a cry
Red stars, blue stars, yellow and white/Shine with me on this glorious night
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November 5, 2008 at 6:08 am
Your art is beautiful! I especially like the wire sculpture and the rooster (I have a thing for roosters…;-))