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myOtaku.com: Sora Yuri


Tuesday, October 4, 2005

   0. Adumbrating the Remembrance
As the cool night curled up around me, my mundane thoughts ceased. I could feel the waxing gaze of the moon upon my ragged countenance, touching me to the frayed edges of my soul. The tree tops sighed beneath a wind much harder than the one roaming softly over my placid figure. The smoke I exhaled moved fluidly in a serene dance on the breeze in the moonlight. Lightheaded and jovial, my body swooned in the fragrance of my soul. It was expanding and there was no mistaking the rush that it caused in the ever-quiet of my peace.
Something began to pour in over my calm, my vision faded into the nearly five months of agony that I had so zealously pushed aside to achieve my ground. These were the shards of glass that had been embedded under my skin that my body now rejected with its newly fraught verve.
Years had past me and all of them had taught me valuable lessons in life, but none of them prepared me for what had happened. All of those years had borne the same wasteland and withering foliage of the previous one, and this year looked to be different. As the verdant masque took on a deeper hue in the midday suns, the lack of rain did not alarm me in the slightest. That is, disregarding the conjecture that such green cannot grow without the generation of such a beautiful precipitation. Wildfire burst forth from the dark heart of this forest and soon enough the entire thing, parched as it were, followed its example.
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