Book Three, Post # Sixteen
This was taken at a weird angle and that seems perfect to me today. Cypress trees are standing impossibly upright to the right of everything else in the image and the birds of paradise are drooping down over what looks like a hidden entrance into somewhere dark and strange. Sadima is in a tunnel this morning, walking fast.. No one around her is speaking...they are all scared. So am I.
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