Same place twice
November 24, 2009We asked nothing, said little, danced more than we walked. The clock moved so slowly as to roll backward. A tire rolled alongside the road, a frog jumped, the music skipped then started up again.
We felt magic. We were never in that same place twice.
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Lovely words, so nice. The ending is marvelous, it is always true that we are never at the same place twice, even if we step on the same physical location than before.
Marianasoffer, thanks.