Wednesday, August 16, 2006
With a boost, two little girls scrambled to the top of the rock. It was a hidden world, only slightly closer than the sky. Oblivious to the eons beneath their feet, they inched to the edge and chattered with the rush of danger. They grew to the limits of the omnipotent view.
Their father watched them as they sat in ferns known only to the stones. They plucked petals from delicate flowers he could not name.
He loves me. He loves me not.
So little they understood of those words they tossed like toys. And that made him smile.
He saw the disappointments coming. The frowns and naked stems. But the girls did not dwell. The sun dappled the worst of shadows and hope sparkled one flower away.
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