Thursday, April 16, 2009
"One day," he whispered, "I will flee this town and take you with me. Together we can live in a quiet village and drink in sunlight. Never will we feel oppressed. Do you believe me? Please believe me." The sun skipped through the leaves and for a fleeting moment, the world glowed gold. Everywhere I see you and everyday things change. It pains me to look past the water's edge where the deer once sipped its sweet juices while you played accordion-songs for me. How quickly life changes!
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