Volu
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crossbow,
Light and dark: The early morning rain left tiny drops of water on her face. A first timer out of the nest, being on her own, restless feet walking around the block, without really knowing why. Maybe it was the fresh air that helped clear the lingering thoughts. Maybe it was about just doing something else for a change, leaving the doubts to dry in the back of the mind. A man approached her asking for a lighter. "Could he be the spiritual knight in shining armour", she thought while passing the fire that was going to light up his cigarette like a torch in the dark, yet it wasn't dark, but actually turning out be a bright and sunny day. "Please, sweep me off my feet, and let me float above the ground, mesmerized by your surprise party for my soul." "No, I'm not the one you're looking for", he said and continued to whisper to the reader, "don't worry, there's no impending doom to be found between us. We're not headed for a fall". Her raised eyebrows hinted at the confusion, but eventually processed what he said to her. Meanwhile at a lawn nearby the two people having a conversation, an ant struggled with a piece of grass, carrying it home for his queen. Somewhat whipped doesn't even begin to explain his story. He whistled a tune, oblivious to the snake following him. She had caught the grass moving around in the corner of her eye. She once got a glimpse of her eye in in a piece of broken glass, and thought looked a lot like the eye in lord of the rings. But anyway, movie snake buffs aside, the snake following the ant didn't know there was a crow eyeing them both. The crow scratched it's feathers and then went for a fly. A feather fell down to the ground, and it'd be cool if it was used to write this story, but this keyboard will do just fine. "There's this story being passed on. It's about an indian talking with his grandchild", and the man paused, maybe to be artsy fartsy. "In all people there are two wolves fighting. One is evil - anger, fear, envy, jealousy, greed, arrogance, self-pity, lie and selfishness. The other one is good - joy, peace, love, hope, calm, humility, eager, empathy, truth and trust. Which wolf wins, the child asked, and the grandfather said, the one you feed". "That's a kind of true but also a simplification that ends up eating it's own tail, old man, looping around the cigarette addiction!", she burst out, laughing. "I know, balance is a stranger to this world", he said, "but you're wrong, I'm not addicted to cigarettes anymore. That was your assumption. I haven't used the lighter yet, and now I'm handing it back, as I didn't really need it". "I'm gonna go get some groceries for the weekend", the writer chimed in, and basically, they all prospered and progressed towards the ever changing glimpse of perfection.
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