.....But, hope and faith? Arent they the same?, his voice now filled with child like curiosity. The weather was calm, after many days. The air was once again filled with the smell of ether; not the foul one that had lasted for seasons, but that of the green-blue lavenders, again. The old man slid back in his chair, still waiting for his answer as he took a whiff from his pipe. No, theyre not. Hope is like the wind. Faith, like fire, answered the delicate voice. The old man was perplexed. He did not quite understand what she had just told him. Even more, he could not believe that he was having this conversation with a little girl. But he was aware that she was no ordinary girl. He was right. She was not. He simply continued smoking. The sun was bidding its farewell once again in the distant horizon. But today was different. It was a pleasant goodbye. #19
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 12:21:28 +0000
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