badger11 Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 She prays beyond the rose-clipped fence, a clamour of rooks calling across the brook. Her hand delves beneath the copper leaves, digs deep in dark earth, unclothes a world of feeding things: unwraps the scent of nature’s fate. She buries her cross and chain. She waits. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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