Wednesday, 23 June 2010

Thought of the Day

And then, in the lull, the winds change. Warm fire laps encouraginly around my ankles. Daggers made of stuff that makes iron look flimsy strike out from my core and blood broils out in vast red-water rapids. And all this without breaking wind; wind is precious, don't break it, wait for the forces of nature to carry you aloft.

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