Friday, May 25, 2012

Now




















Thursday. Was ill. But listened to the windchimes all day, from my sickbed. The wooden ones. The Egyptian wooden chimes. Gurgling like water.

The wind is back. My oldest friend. All those who plan to abandon me, do it now. While the wind is here, with me.

Afterwards, I will be defenceless.

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