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Dust

October 29, 2007 1 Comment

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“I waltzed into town, a whirlwind of artifacts and petty insects, the wind of the plains grasping my straw hair. My boots clacked out the rhythm to a song even the Gods couldn’t comprehend. It was the five eternal children who came to greet me, to bear witness to the Known Wanderer. The nameless, faded tumbleweeds that were their parents hung back with eyes as empty as the desert, pleading for me not to look upon them.

The children reached out, winding my gears, and their own cogs ground. The world turned more slowly. I smiled my smile and moved on.”

– Jack Homer

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  1. barbiecore says

    October 29, 2007 at 1:33 pm

    wow. good stuff.

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