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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2015-01-29 | | the hailstones were falling like dragons attacking the windows of the North Tower it was a New Moon, the beginning of a golden era, the end of a long shift his arm stretched, brought the sun from the dungeon tied one of its rays, gently to my little finger and nailed it to the sky with a swift move the clouds collapsed like a pack of cards (Queen of spades fell to pieces, like it never existed) and then he held my hand, his sword and shield leaning peacefully against the rest of my world once again I watched my children play ‘it’, my women washing linen in rivers flowing into oceans I never knew I had while men sat in a circle quietly sharpening their arrows straightening their bows for tomorrow’s hunt is there anything you ask in return milord? my fingers touched his arm for the first time in a thousand years his eyes whispered in love-tongue, his lips kissed my handkerchief which gently fell to his feet and caressed the earth he stood on it was late and we had to close the gates until the next morning when we woke up, drank coffee and lived happily ever after
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