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Grounded
Alesia Tarkington a right good one he was until she died and he leapt from a middle rung of the ladder and began to study grass blades at close range and draw potatoes and crickets and things of the earth wanting, perhaps, to acquaint himself with the things which would keep her body company underground perhaps it would have been better if she'd been cremated and, his reason being as surmised, he could have instead followed the birds of the air, the clouds, the rings of smoke, sidestepping but not losing his ground gained until he vanished into the atmosphere ethereal as a vapor trail © Copyright 2002, 2003, 2004 by Alesia Tarkington |