 profile notes guests older host Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city lights Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close; I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen; had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom boom - peter gabriel >>the players: Enid:not your ordinary princess. Axel: fairy/changling Duncan:new acquaintence Xander:not a forgotten lover. Brother: to Enid. >friends readers book 1 book 2 18 I feel a little empty now. We've walked all this way, and there's a mountain. "We'll have to hike up to get there." He says and I'm not sure I can make the connection. "Can't we just stay down here?" "There's a cave there. It'll be like...." "Home?" "Yes, you could say that. Temporary, of course." He's excited about it. Like maybe he's lived there before. Perhaps an old acquaintence or something. "Temporary." When I sigh, I feel I have no air at all. No strength. "Everything's temporary." It seems from our talks yesterday, that is when we weren't taking breaks and he was busting my arce with new exercises of hand and leg movements, the lake is still far away where the sword is. "But you haven't earned it yet. You've got a lot to learn." Axel says I stink at my rhythem of movement. So I must practice. Even now. Even when I'd rather be writing. He's off at the moment looking for a rabbit or a wild chicken perhaps for dinner. And when he's out there, I have no idea who he really is then. He says in good time he'll tell me about my mother. They were friends once. Maybe more than friends. I'm not sure I'm ready to hear all this.
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