7.
And the hand of
Gordon moved upon the waters of the bucket in the bathroom. Yesterday, when
imagination was a young boy, he would spin the waters into a whirl. Seven times
he spun. Then in the eye of it, he’d drop a marble, the bar of soap… whatsoever
he carried in his hand, just to see the future. He smiled. Ah, those were the days!
When imagination was young; before every thing was evil and he spun the waters, only to bathe...
i love this.
ReplyDeletemy thanks travels
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Mai Thx groovy girl.
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