Monday, January 10, 2011

moonlit path

bare trees lined the path silent sentinels slicing the moonlight into ribbons of pale brightness and shadow against the snow. footsteps fell muffled by a crystal carpet laid down one flake at the time. the wood wrapped in snow seemed somehow magical. each step along the path passing from moonlight to shadow and back erased a bit of the sadness eased a bit of the pain healed with mystic power the heartburn that started when the late news ran the story of your unsolved murder.
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