| November 19, 2002 | ||||||||||||||
| Our home was old when we found it, bought it. I had spent much of the last few years updating it, enlarging it, changing it to fit our needs, while leaving it old and beautiful. It had become so comfortable and homey. Feeling different now though. Things seem a little darker. _______________________________________ Funny, the story is hard to do in here because I take a day off. I don't really recall where I was at, soooo. Anyway, remember this is rough draft, so it won't always go together. Sometimes it will be disjointed for the moment and make sense later. _______________________________________ Trails through the woods don't go where they used to, and sometimes when looking for the children, strange laughter echoes through the leaves. We moved here to be alone, away from the world. I don't feel alone anymore. __________________________________________ Ok, I am having a hard time right now, with this. I am going to write a bunch and then post it in sections instead. I want this to develop in these pages, so I will post sections as they are finished. Maybe it will be good. Maybe not. __________________________________________ Leaves rustle Moon shines through Strange laughter Childrens voices Nightmares walking ? C |
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