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long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. [oscar wilde]


December 19, 2011

Running waters

I fear the fountain way more than any other place. That secluded stone alley with its running water and its green canopy stands for what I didn't have thr guts to do. It stands for all my fears and broken dreams. Other places might have their meaning and their ghosts, but they haunt me no more. They are powerless and irrelevant, places of a nostalgia that has long since lost their meaning. They couldn't haunt me.

But I still remember the serpent, after all these years.

2:56 PM

 

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