Sunday, April 26, 2009

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It was dusk. I was a boy again. I was alone amongst the wet trees.

Ahead, I could see it hanging from a branch, swinging slowly back and forth, creaking. It was dead - by its own hand, of stick fingers. I tried to help, but nothing could help it.

The arrow was there. LEF was there.

I am sorry, I honestly could not do anything.

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