Friday, September 2, 2011

Goodbye and Hello

There are pictures in the distance and there are words. Giant hats that droop upward and mugs made to fit neatly inside palms. Purple lips and headdresses dripping gold into black eyes. Eyes that blink away the wind that bloodies the cheeks. There is a familiar melody to its battle cry but what makes you surrender is the scent of Snegurochka that it rescues from the recesses of your mind.

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