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Monday, October 11, 2010

Childhood

You were raised in a desert of hot, packed sand. The men around you were colossal: hard and arrogant, their sneering lips carved from stone. Their chests and arms were silver and their feet were iron mixed with clay. They reared up from the sand with inscriptions on their foreheads: I Am, I Am, I Will Be.

But you grew like an olive tree, my love, in your oasis of date palms and thyme. And you left the desert because you were thirsty, while the deathstalker scorpions buzzed around the clay feet of your neighbors.

3 comments:

  1. do you get paid to right this blog?

    why do certain words lead to ads?

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  2. what?!?!?! that's disturbing...which words are you talking about? ew.

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