Echoes

Member since 2002 · Posted 13 May 2002 · 4 comments

Captivating minstrel fills the night with magic as friends share time and laughter and each forget themselves for a while. Somewhere nearby a last breath slips past slightly part lips, chapped and swollen and a first breath explodes with a cry and frail little hands grasp at swirling shadows and echoes of Pain and echoes of Joy and echoes of Loss and Love and Fear and Peace dance on the wind, but in this place, all is set aside for a temporary time as the minstrel makes her song and we each forget ourselves for a while.

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4 comments

[1] anonymous 13-May-02/10:00 AM Reply

? You are clearly driving at something. Do you know what it is?

[1] anonymous 13-May-02/10:07 AM Reply

yes, thanks, I was driving at the fact that all around us, people are experiencing their own lives, even while we, perhaps, avoid ours in a pub, or the like.. just an observation.

[4] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 14-May-02/6:58 AM Reply

Well it was mostly awful... but I did like the fact that it was about minstrels. Four thumbs up!

[8] ben 24-Aug-02/9:17 AM Reply

Nice - 8/10