Where has she gone? There. Here she is.
The weather has changed, and so has life. She travels down a path through a valley cold. This once was home, but now it is void of reward. She seeks her promise land. The future promised her.
Her greatest fear has to do with the setting and rising of the sun. The beginning and end of each new day. Time is passing her by.
Friday, December 12, 2008
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