JoelJosol Posted May 24, 2009 Share Posted May 24, 2009 To return is to shuffle recollections, to superimpose images against what is seen, what is felt under this different sky. Where we stood together has been altered. Before us are rocks, black against an earth, browned by lack of grass and trees. I fear the rains took away whatever is left between us. I can plant seeds here and there, if you let me. This side of the mountain can return its color once again, its past and present will be one, if you just say so. Let me find the same you again. 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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