December 26, 2008

On the windswept hill, she buried three stones in a bag, one for each of them. They had all been wise, each of them walking away resolutely, sure of what they would find on the other end of their journey. They had taken everything precious, left her the night and the glow of that odd star. Their quest had only just begun that morning. She kissed the newly upturned earth, hoping they would return someday to rest awhile there with her.

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