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Date Posted: 11:32:28 11/07/08 Fri
Author: cg
Subject: Very tiny Jamie snippet inside, will post the one with Casey a little later>>>
In reply to: cg 's message, "I just came in to light the fire, put the kettle on and see what Elaine is spinning in the corner of the Cottage. I've had certain boyos whispering sweetly in my ear, saying they may drop by for tea or whiskey, whichever is on offer. So pull a chair up to the fire and settle in with your own tea or whiskey, for they'll be by soon." on 12:32:35 11/06/08 Thu

copyright 2008 Cindy Brandner


The cold was so severe that breathing hurt, and talk was unthinkable. Words would surely freeze and fall to the ground before ever making the journey to another’s ears. He had heard tell that the natives believed just that; each winter all laughter, tears, words and stories fell to the ground and froze, only to be awakened by spring’s thaw, when suddenly the air would fill with chatter, laughter, gossip and tragedy- a cacophony of humanity borne on spring’s gentler air. But what this ground would have to say, was likely more than any human could bear to hear. For what tone did blood and grief speak in? Fragments and tendrils of those people were left behind, you could feel their ghosts walk in step with yours, like a shadow that you could not detach from yourself. Until the time came when you wondered if you were seeing through your own eyes, or viewing a vanished world through theirs. To be here was to live in a place detached, to feel as though you inhabited a planet out at the very limits of the solar system, where the sun’s warmth could not be felt, and there was no home other than this.

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