He hugged him and turned towards her. His concern was visible in his movement. His touch communicated more than his words could ever have. His voice betrayed his worry. Yet, his words were appropriate for the occasion. Very casual and normal under the circumstances. He waited for them to board the train. And waited long after the train left.
"This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to use, and mine to kneel before...The fortune of my spirit is not to be blown into coins of brass and flung to the winds as alms for the poor of spirit." -- Ayn Rand
Sunday, June 9, 2013
So you won't be coming here anymore?
Some conversations that come back in brief, lonely moments. Places. People. Words. Phrases. That meant so much and touched the soul. Moments that make life worth living.
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