"There is a
newness coming, a shift in the winds, mighty, and forceful. Love and all definitions
of serenity rest just around the bend in that silvery river ahead. Allow the
past to remain where it stands, in distant fields of sheer malice and hurtful untruths.
At the soft banks, there will be a hand offered, one from she with chestnut eyes;
take it; get in the boat; and, till the unplowable fields no longer."
The voice ceased, but the emerald tips of the treetops still slid softly across his chest and belly as he floated quietly overhead, each beating gently in rhythms all too familiar...
Awoken by the passing railcars, Lawrence pulled his arm from the inside of his tightly-zipped sleeping bag to check the time: 3:15am. He still had three more hours, three more scrumptious hours, before the 6:15am passed with a legion of emptied coal cars in tow. His ticket to that bend in the silvery river. He rolled to his side and pulled his forearm tightly into his chest to rewarm it. Lawrence's body sank deep into the sleeping bag, sheltered from the elements and all ill ways of the past and the discarding therein.
The next three hours contained imagery and mental construction and narrative dissimilar from the previous. Still, a light of assurance shone, and the boat at the river's edge never left his mind even throughout his waking hours.
The voice ceased, but the emerald tips of the treetops still slid softly across his chest and belly as he floated quietly overhead, each beating gently in rhythms all too familiar...
Awoken by the passing railcars, Lawrence pulled his arm from the inside of his tightly-zipped sleeping bag to check the time: 3:15am. He still had three more hours, three more scrumptious hours, before the 6:15am passed with a legion of emptied coal cars in tow. His ticket to that bend in the silvery river. He rolled to his side and pulled his forearm tightly into his chest to rewarm it. Lawrence's body sank deep into the sleeping bag, sheltered from the elements and all ill ways of the past and the discarding therein.
The next three hours contained imagery and mental construction and narrative dissimilar from the previous. Still, a light of assurance shone, and the boat at the river's edge never left his mind even throughout his waking hours.
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