The sky is heavy, clouds filled with unspent tears, thick and waiting. The pulse of the world beats in the breeze and the swaying of branches, birdsong and the far away, indescriminate sounds of human toil.
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The sky is heavy, clouds filled with unspent tears, thick and waiting. The pulse of the world beats in the breeze and the swaying of branches, birdsong and the far away, indescriminate sounds of human toil.
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6/5/2012 03:08:45 am
Your month-by-month entries capture the essence of a year in a few brief, evocative sentences. I wish I could learn to make my words count like this! Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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