3-23-2006

Begin with the early thunder. End with everyone realizing they are left hand writers.
"Which hill did you come from?"
"There are only three; make a guess."
"The hill of sunsets, shadows, and soft whispers?"
"..."
"Well?"
"What do you think?"
"There is always one in the middle; nobody ever reaches it."
"Let us be golden together."
"I prefer bronze."
"Then I prefer amber."
"Let us climb!"

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