EveLeaf

This is where I keep my uninspired drivel while I wait for it to morph into butterfly-esque brilliance. Might be a long wait.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

The Diary Moans

Chris,

Reading on Rateyourwriting.com...and I saw this story, called The Diary Moans. It was a good story, and I wanted to send you my favorite part, it was so lovely.:

Then he said an absent prayer-a distant one, a hollow thought that resonated through the dark room, the metal and concrete prison that had kept him concealed for so long. It slid under the door and floated through the dark hallway, down the stairs, caused a lady to drop her groceries and flew out, far out, way out where it got caught in a breeze that took it around the entire earth, above every hill and valley; it made the neighbors talk again. It made him feel heavy and light at the same time; it made him feel above and below, up and down, in between and in the context of all things, it gave him relief so that he forgot the pain.

Wow...I just really wanted to share that with you because I loved it. :)

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