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.
11 January 2010
Cabbages and Kings
"The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper." - Eden Phillpotts
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