the house that is suddenly empty, has been sifted through, and in unlikely corners, secret treasures have been found.
silver anklets that jingle.
coins...silver coins, about fifteen of them, and one that looks new, even though it was minted in 1919.
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'I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show,
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down...'
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show,
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down...'
2 comments:
you sure you didnt just mess the date up from 1991 to 1919? :P
That's like a damn neat beginning to i dunno a short story or something right out there!
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