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In a cloud of dust sat the trunk. The very trunk that had yesterday disappeared. Where had it been? Was it a travelling trunk? Were we talking magic travel? Who will open it?

Posted By Robin Dalton On 01.04.2012 @ 1:35 am

I felt the cold marble against my bare feet and for a moment… just one moment, I felt myself fall back through the ages to marble halls of my imagination, and I still heard your song.

Posted By Robin Dalton On 11.28.2011 @ 1:57 am

I heard the horses before I saw them. Wild and free, stampeding through the desert. Crying into the sky with their freedom. I thought one day I will feel like that again.

Posted By Robin Dalton On 11.25.2011 @ 2:00 am

I watch the flares from a distance and remember when we used to watch together. Remember when you once loved me. Remember when we watched the lights in the harbour. Remember when you once loved me.

Posted By Robin Dalton On 11.20.2011 @ 5:51 am