Friday, December 01, 2006

Preludes and Nocturnes...

There is much to do in my kingdom.
Much to restore.
Much to create.

But that can wait...

I have found the solace I sought,
though not in the way I imagined.

From dreams I conjure a handful of yellow grain...

I throw the grain into the air.
And I hear it.

The sound of wings...

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