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.
14 June 2010
A prayer
“ May the wind always be at your back, and the sun always upon your face, and may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars."
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