Tuesday, October 23, 2007

And so it is... As the wicked crow overlooks the wretched earth below, pluming with dying embers and billows of smoke, a vain manufacture of detestable destruction--- he quietly shakes off the light ash covering his feathers then flies out to greener pasture.

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At 1:20 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

after the storm, we shall behold the beautiful rainbow , seeds shall grow and soon would be ready to give shed unto those who would like to sit and rest...fields will be green again and the golden grains shall feed the people....oh greener pasture is to where your ancestors were buried and memories of connection is rich....it is understandable though that we have the right to survive... and then bloom wherever we are planted...such a green pasture!

 

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