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In only a moment, she would realize what he had done. This was as he had expected, but still, the tinge of deep fear, the love, made him wish for a more gentle time. This modern age fractured him in ways that he found profoundly distasteful.
I edged my way closer to the stream, the sparkling surface beckoning. The flash of golden orange just beneath the surface makes my pulse quicken, dreams of childhood trips with my uncle fill my soul.
We have too many, but not enough. Less can be more, but in this case it might still be more trouble than it's worth. The high road frequently leaves you looking down on people.
What you believe defines you. What if you believe nothing? Is this a hole in your soul, or a move towards a whole soul?
How it had happened, nobody knew. Why it was happening this way, even fewer. The fifty foot long coffin didn't help, and the color! The color. More questions than possible answers, and a guarded smile on the undertakers face hinted at hidden depths that only the book would answer.