The clouds today are sheep, shrouding the mountains in mist and snow, almost bleating a hidden thunder. She will walk out the door, the silver through her ears like tiny swords, ready to take the city on. You will watch from your picture window, the mountains and her, counting the end of days.
Friday, February 18, 2005
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