JoelJosol Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 With backpack on his shoulders he's ready to leave this view of wide open paddies, brightly green and golden from reflections of sunlight from each basin. She often walks with him in these fields, their small talk he collects in his head like water settling in the paddies, as if to ensure high yield of recall for her. But whatever his eyes see in hers, or whatever she sows in his heart, it is not enough for promises to be made. Both are seedlings buried under water. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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