"But finally you find that you have people of flesh and blood on your hands, people with will and an individual sensibility of their own, made out of component parts you are unable to change, manipulate or distort." (Harold Pinter)
The scenery was breathtaking: the glacier, eons back, had done amazing work.
She looked around the valley: she would apply herself, and try to be worth her inheritance.
Her mind seized a smooth boulder, moved the rock a few meters down the slope…
Smiling, she embraced the stream…
Such power…
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You are really good at taking on every writing challenge. I wish to be as ambitious. Good for you!
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Honoré, I love that I never know in which direction your lovely writing will take me. Unique take on the notion of innocence. Hugs :))
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