Friday, March 18, 2005

There will be other cities, new views from the top of glass buildings, strange stars. Other streets to get lost in, new accents to decipher, strange steps. And always, what you left behind, lingering. Another path, another life. But you cannot stay if he will not ask. You will leave, and try not to look back lest you turn into a pillar of salt.

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