Wednesday, February 22, 2006

The Crossing

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Everything is converging. The forces that have been aligning are now massing on the border. At night the men can hardly sleep for the discordant murmur of the voices, the clank of iron that echoes across the lowlands. It gets in their ears and burrows deep into their hearts. In some it stirs fear, but in all of us it creates a deep unrest.


We would all welcome the warmth and cheer of a fire.


Tonight our seer cast her bones into a circle of dust and peered at the result only briefly before sweeping the bones back into her leather pouch. She muttered something under her breath but only walked away when I asked her what she had seen.

I fear we have come to a difficult moment.



Blogger LKD said...

Difficult moment, we have come.

Hey, I just wanted to thank you for your blog. Reading your words and seeing your visions always heartens me.

12:58 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Thanks, Laurel.

I'm glad this place brings you some peace and happiness.

You are always welcome.



5:53 PM  

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