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[100 days of 100 words] 66/100
Apr. 18th, 2008 10:34 pmWings litter the altar with their straining pinions, and my spirit guides cry to me to fly.
Every augury says the same thing: leave this place, if you have to scale the mountains between you and the sea, barefoot, in chains.
I’ve been priest here for my entire adult life. But what happens when the gods who speak through you call you away from the people?
She’s turned back into a mermaid, and she went toward the sea. Love transforms you.
As I pray with my face to the earth, I feel the first push of feathers through my back.
Every augury says the same thing: leave this place, if you have to scale the mountains between you and the sea, barefoot, in chains.
I’ve been priest here for my entire adult life. But what happens when the gods who speak through you call you away from the people?
She’s turned back into a mermaid, and she went toward the sea. Love transforms you.
As I pray with my face to the earth, I feel the first push of feathers through my back.
