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the path to the abode of his clandestine correspondent... the only one who knew about his fears and sorrows... his dreams and wishes... a silent invisible soul residing in a hut hidden in the heart of the dark forest... a bare place void of all living beings...
the only thing in the hut was an ancient notebook seated on the lonely sill of a locked window... perpetually open... craving for words...
all through these years the notebook devoured his agitated words just to return them dressed up in a celestial calm the next time he ventured into the forest... no wonder all his escapes ended up there... no matter how fearful he was each time he wanted to enter the dark...
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november 19, 2011
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