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Stones She gathered perfect stones those with veins of color that bled through the gray. Inside her country house a place ripped from pages of a Bronte novel she stepped into a slim skirt buttoned the pale ivory silk blouse and chose black shoes for added solemnity. She lined the pockets of her coat with the sacrificial stones and walked to the lake where the early morning mist appeared ghostly above the water. With each successive step into the icy blue ripples her clothes began to cling to her body in a liquid embrace. In that deep dark domain of nothingness her thoughts ebbed away but those perfect, silent stones remembered. © July 4 & 5, 2013 Jane Lynahan Karklin
Posted on: Tue, 09 Jul 2013 02:57:24 +0000

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