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Light of Granite
Light of Granite

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Szaladin

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Seventh Heaven

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October 16th 1990

Ticking Clocks 03 - The Border

Mood:weird
Type:Story
Added:January 09th 2010, 22:09:00
Visits:1073
Series:[ Ticking Clocks ]
Rating:5/5 (Votes: 1)

Description:
Three - Borders

I was standing on a little hill. A basically stupid idea - exposing myself to the wind. But finally I was able to see it: The border to the worst part of my journey.

Standing on a hill in the middle of the Cold I took a look around.

I looked back.
A hilly white view. The patchy chess board pattern made of hills and dents that has been my home for such a long time. A hard journey lies behind me, but my tent was of good use. Down in the dents and between the hills the wind has been bareable. Surviveable.
-No footprints, the wind made them vanish in minutes out here.



I looked forward.
The coldest part of the Cold. A blinding white plane hauted by winds and snow. Nothing else to see from here. Fuck.
I don't know what will be there.
I don't know why I'm here.
I don't know why it has to be so fucking cold.



I checked my flanks.
Interesting. A white plane. As if my way back is being consumed by that what's ahead of me. As if there was no way back. But I'm not sure if there is a way forward at all.

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