An Unexpected Miracle.
Posted by Kristina Yenko , Friday, January 22, 2010 11:32 PM
And so it began.
Just white lines passing by so fast that they eventually became a streak of light.
Distant voices seeped in through the crack in the window; faded laughs, footsteps being stretched on until they became the tiny pattering of moths against the headlights.
Movement coated us completely, and we swallowed it in return, for we too, now were part of the movement.
It was almost as though the pale torches painting the road ahead had become our own burning eyes, pushing curtains of dark aside, rich with the scent of musty air that stormy gods blew over our heads.
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