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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Mar 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.05.17.46.13103]] |
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Walking to the beach, where he has swam with leviathan, to emerge grim faced, or even laughing as the tides shifted. "They didn't eat me." I nod. And when he reaches casually for a towel, the sun painting his face he does not see the ring I slipped from finger to hand and cast into the sea. Not an offering--- not a sacrifice, just something I could not bear to keep knowing too well what I may never have. What good is precious to a heart not allowed to exchange such currency? |