Thursday, September 18, 2008

She

She’d like to be like the brook, rolling on, past stones and thorns, smoothing them down, bending herself to fit new grooves, constantly reinventing herself, and when the sun shines, people would look into her and see themselves in her sparkling and radiant beauty. And when it is dark, they would hear her, and gain comfort from the sound.

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