astrofool
Despite the politics, despite the vilification, despite the reputation, despite the tremendous attraction to other occupations, he followed his calling.
I tried to budge, torquing my arms and straining to breathe. I came to the undeniable conclusion -- after twenty minutes of struggling -- that we were bound together.
I examined the remains of the skeleton. Its hard, stone-like texture contrasted with its aura of aliveness. What a statement on the nature of life was this pile of bones.
Dysfunctional is this goddamn apartment. With one roommate flashing everyone, the other...well...flashing everyone, and myself, I'm surprised the landlord hasn't kicked us out yet. But it's all good, it's like a family. It's perfectly dysfunctional. Dysfunctional to the point of madness, sometimes.
Towering over the courtyard, the two bell towers established their dominance not through their casting of an intimidating shadow, but rather by their lack of it.
As I sat, I glared at the old, brick-clad apartment building. Despite my skepticism, I could not help but sense a binding presence of ages past. The ephemeral aura made me shudder -- this time, perhaps it wasn't the infrasound.
Disembodied hands waltzed across my back. In the process, they seemed to tear out the stress of the last week, leaving a renewed spirit and an empty slate for the days to come.
Slowly, it twisted its way through the garden, towards the woman who would wrought the downfall of this Paradise. Flexing its scaly muscles, it wound its way up the tree.
The glass cover of the pond perfectly reflected the mountains opposite Richard. As a line of ducks waltzed over its surface, he was reminded of the time his father brought him here.
Whether the weather withers or not, I will weather the withering weather.
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