Monday, September 28, 2009
The Sink.
Bent over at the sink, he washed his face... cupped hands dragging cool pools of clear water over the deep contours of his brow. He felt the water run down his cheek, every crevice and cavity is touched, deepening a sense of relief that would one day save his life.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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