Thursday, December 18, 2008

Contd ...

The cobble stones on the pathway chatter as he walks forward. He preferred to lie down on the verdant grass of the town park and look straight into the skies;watch the birds fly away. The park was littered with trash and dry leaves from the autumn fall. He scraped away the leaves from the stone bench and sat down. Eyes down on the grass .... he started thinking ....alone ...

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