Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Finding North: Volume 1

There are times when you just know that it’s over, that the time for flogging that poor flayed horse, for making up excuses and holding on to something that just fell away is well and truly done.

You don’t even need to ask or sit in an uncomfortable silence, you don’t need to even hold on one last time. You just know that it’s complete, that whatever came before has simply faded out, that the feel, and breath and voice and weight of all that was moments before will just dissolve and leave behind its sticky fingerprints, its cloudy imprint, its irrevocable past.

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