She pressed her child-like face to the window pane; the coldness of it making her aware of the warmth of her own blood. Breath on the dark glass. Is it me, or you, she wondered.
Anna!
She took a step back, caught a reflection of herself through the dark windows, the world finally behind her. The perfect form, yet lighter,more full of grace than she could ever be.
Why do things fall?
Who can say? Time will tell. A law of gravity, perchance? Or attraction. As fire is drawn to the sun, the quick of the mind to a startled crow, snow to the peace of the earth, ink to your lips.
And what if there is a black sun at the bottom of my well?
Then, child, you are free to fall...
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i have to take a photo for these lines, which have haunted me ever since i read them:
She took a step back, caught a reflection of herself through the dark windows, the world finally behind her. The perfect form, yet lighter,more full of grace than she could ever be.
Roxana! hello! Thanks for dropping in. I thought you would never appear here again, but like a mysterious magician you do, out of the blue (I was going to say like a whale resurfacing but then thought, nah, she'll think I'm speaking with a forked tongue again!)
Oh no, you shouldn't. why spoil one of your pictures by doing that?
anyways...
take care,
b.
i thought you were the mysterious magician, b!
hi :-)
yes, I am "the", you are "a"
hello! :-0
b.
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