Finding Mr Paolo

Feb 26 2009 ∞
My foot hit the blue sand. It broke the surface harshly and snagged what looked like a track, or the scrapping of ice on hard rock. The Abyss was not just a magical place, it was expansive, grand…infinite. I took elma and eliza by their round bodies and followed Rat and Susan Carol towards the sound of the approaching world: A train; one that had as many answers, as many lives as it had carriages. This is were I would find Myself…surely. This is were the answers lay, or at least began to take hold in the soil of opportunity

My foot hit the blue sand. It broke the surface harshly and snagged what looked like a track, or the scrapping of ice on hard rock. The Abyss was not just a magical place, it was expansive, grand…infinite.

I took elma and eliza by their round bodies and followed Rat and Susan Carol towards the sound of the approaching world: A train; one that had as many answers, as many lives as it had carriages. This is were I would find Myself…surely. This is were the answers lay, or at least began to take hold in the soil of opportunity

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