Once I travelled through the mountains, with four other people. Nice people,from all over the world. There was one girl, Alice with blue eyes, who hummed to herself without stopping. Danced without really dancing along the dirt creases in the grass. There was a boy, Navin from India, who did nothing but walk and climb and let his eyes turn bottom less with dreams when he looked at Alice, the humming girl. I watched them, envious, doupting, amused. The power(s) at work can be kind, I've seen, and gentle with gentle outlook. But sometimes they are harsh like grandmother. Like Sarah from Nashville says: black men with pale swords are all my afterlife consists of. Unhappy. She's so unhappy. Daryl is satanic. He watches green nature with devouring eyes. It means so much to me to have him here. On this trail of lightning jags I step over sharp rocks and patches of slippery weeds. Up, up we go.Each step brings us closer to our goal, the most wanted thing. We want ending. We need ending. We long to rest and sit and watch the others labor as we have, till all of us are assembled at the very top... and leap off the edge together.
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Kristen!!!!!!!
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