goldenlangur Posted January 11, 2012 Share Posted January 11, 2012 As a child he knew the dark drop of disused wells. The smells of lichen and rotted animals. A piece of sky caught overhead, the sharpened light of stars. Rodents nosed around him for stray walnuts tossed by the wind. He knew if he sat still in this black shaft no one would come looking for him. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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