girl-aflame's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Decried Fable Some days I feel more grief than other days; some days it is harder to turn my brave pink heart toward the falling rains and remember that rain makes all things green in time. Some days I wonder how fire became ash, how the ebb of spirit slowly worked itself into a coil beneath my skin until little by little the anchor was raised, the hinges swung free, and into a world made only of gardens, the defining evil was loosed. 5:44 p.m. - Monday, Oct. 20, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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