She placed the gold leaf paper sheets, folded, into a bowl and set them on fire. As I walked back down the street I noticed the burned fragments of her offering whirling down the footpath with the breeze.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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1 Comments:
well... i almost felt the breeze...what a nice way to put it.
keep in touch.
D.
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