Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Writing about death

I set myself a task - to write a story about death. This evening. And I come out of the balcony in the glowing soft evening enveloped by garden trees that spring from the ground beneath me. Feel the soft breeze's kind stroke on my face, brushing my hair, and hear the dance of the leaves...

And the last thing I want to write about at this moment is death. I've never felt more alive than now.

(26 Oct 2010)

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