Monday, July 17, 2006

from [Untitled]

from Chapter ONE
Water from the harbor lapped at the docks.

from Chapter TWO
This room was white, too, but bigger than his last room, and he was in it, but more specifically he was in a bed in it, until he found that he could rise from the bed and by standing he could see a city through a window, shining.

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