|Mar. 1st, 2004 12:40 pm Manuscript - "A Metaphor"|
The sun sets on a lonely island in a lonely sea. Both are calm and the inhabitants of neither notice. Why should they care? Time only matters to those with little of it, and all here have plenty--it takes little toll, flowing like a muddy river laden with swamps.
Slowly, gracefully, out of the darkness strides an undiscernable figure; then it disappears once more.
A bird calls in the distance, echoing across the water. Then silence returns as the day dawns. Nothing has changed.
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