Sunday, August 31, 2003
The Road More Chosen
To the Right, then.
The Tower juts up; a bell's best friend, sandy stone minaret hog-calling the faithful to trudge on bended knee up a slippery Slope. Grass fades out where feet step new, shoe-scented ant trails, growing to dirt.
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