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.
31 May 2010
Together as one
“Friendship is born as that moment when one person says to another, "what! You too? I thought I was the only one."- C. S. Lewis”
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