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Oct. 1st, 2006 | 09:08 pm

she left the silversmith and went down to the river bank to find a cozy spot for her house. she walked up and down the bank until she found a glen. she entered the glen and foraged for food and supplies. she slaughtered a stray calf, and made a makeshift tent out of its skin and bones. she feasted on the muscles and organs. when morning came she started to retrieve rocks from the river bed. the river was frigid and the current was strong, but she manage to bring back enough rocks to build a small hut. during the following weeks she constructed the hut. "it's not the house i had imagined, but it will do," she said. she began to miss the angel. but then she realized that the angel was inside her. she was the angel.

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from: cookieclaygirl
date: Oct. 3rd, 2006 11:43 am (UTC)

i like her angel-epiphany....and even if the house wasn't what she imagined, it was still a home of sorts...

good imagery!!! :)


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