He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
07 September 2009
Which Side are You on?
"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it's time to pause and reflect." Mark Twain
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