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And lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty... and beauty stayed his hand. And from that day foward, he was as one dead.

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Untitled Quickie

Posted by NightCrawler - April 5th, 2010


My legs dangled from the cliff. The hair on my arms swayed with the errant breeze, and the grass beneath my fingers tickled the palms of my hands. I inhaled the sweet, ocean air that brought to mind my youth. A clean slate that remained so kind; so fragile.

I breathed deeply before letting out a roar as loud and clear as I could produce. My eyelids remained shut as the air projected itself from my lungs, through the canal of my throat, and into the wind. I was so angry at the wind. I wanted it to know how angry I was. But no matter how much I huffed, and how much I puffed, the wind did not seem to notice. I felt its serenity, as persistent and pronounced as ever. It is then, as the wind embraced me into its arms, that I realized that I will always forgive the wind, but never be able to.


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