May 03, 2004

Sunday

Cradled under a canopy of butterflies, I stretched my body, coated with grit and earth and air, beneath the last rays of afternoon sunlight.

I whispered my dreams from the night before to my soldier. My confidante. He pressed them gently to his ear for a moment, before letting them flutter to the stream below.

Posted by Olga at May 3, 2004 01:37 AM
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