The following won’t mean a damn thing to anybody. My only
reason for saying it is that I want to set it free into the flow of prana, and
the blog seemed the best way of doing so. You can stop reading now.
There is in a corner
of Avalon a little apple tree that is forever dedicated to the priestess far,
far away. And every year when it blesses me with blossom, it seems that her
sleeping form stirs in my heart, and smiles.
You didn’t read it, did you? Tell me you didn’t.
No comments:
Post a Comment