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.
13 September 2010
Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all
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