his prayer answered, he cries out the name of his rescuer who has assumed a shape. my tears well up... he offers Him what he could reach. he offers Him that which led him here...
i wonder if the flower was a shade of violet... pale on the inside...
it rained. there is a soothing chill in the air...
this is not what i wanted to write... yet i have written it.
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