5th it is cold. she felt the icy breath between windows and sims and be in the view. longing locations. the forest behind the house. beyond the Garden of the lake, and all the berries ripen. had not bitten they get down. skin breath halting, dry - they caught fire. for hours they walked through the streets for days. they saw the world through his eyes. beautiful she was before. never fragile. was a familiar place for promising.
they summoned him answer for the credit.
put a spell, they would find that to no way out. to create facts
, to make no decisions have. they went the whole hog and lost in the detail. each was to challenge banality, got any word on injuries. the wood is still wet. small explosions in the fire. she takes a hot drink. cinnamon, cloves and cardamom. new memories to flame. comforting childhood images skate trips of long the carp ponds far short of village of frozen eyelashes and red-hot cheeks, from a time where there were some.
6th today there uncertainty. merciless. they control in the blind flight was aimed at moving knowing that they already the evening their validity and they might have lost their course. they cling to what they have, accept and with growing doubt its bitter aftertaste. which harbors doubt a new promise. he provided a bridge could be : they find the magic word. he is their desert. she is his desert. both are close to the die of thirst. the source of all evil is the memory. it creeps into the present, acid-etched like black holes in the freshly scrubbed, well-stocked reality.