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a study in love — part 3

2 Feb

It was a long time before I ever spoke to him again. Time seemed to be condensed into waking hours, when the movement of the sun is really no indication of whether you can still feel alive or not. When he came back to me, it was not as himself, but as some other. I knew him, though. How can you not, after years of longing and love? I knew him for who he truly was and no disguise could hide him from me. He was my saviour and I was ready for him. I had so dearly missed my father.

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The doves of snow – Prologue

2 Feb

Prologue

The white world whirls its whirlwind wielding wars of winds in the whiteout, without winning, whining or even wandering what I want. A silence like whispers in a chilling tempo.

Peace. Not pleasure. Serenity. No action. Light. No darkness that can come from life. Softness. Not a single drop of destruction that can come out of the human heart. Echoes in the dove-gray sky.

The doves of snow are my only friend. Singular. Because these birds form together an entity-The Dovetail. Regenerating with neverending calmness. Hope in the blue-green-white like thunders revealing the way to soul-travelers. The tale of the Dovetail and how I met Her is what you`ll hear next.

Judith Gap 4

2 Feb

A shiver made the little patch of trees shake, though there was no wind. Edda looked up from her bloody squirrel and sniffed the air. Well, well, well. We’re all coming home for the holidays, aren’t we? Squirrel forgotten, Edda plunged a hand deep in her pocket and rummaged around until her palm closed around the sharp edges of a small, iron star, the kind you never touched with bare hands. But she looked down at it and pricked all five of her fingers on the sharp corners. Three fields away, something stirred in the ground and opened ancient eyes.