Were their lives prearranged in some not so distant past? I don't fear it so; actually, I don't feel much of anything at all anymore.
Maybe their fate was sealed eons ago, to await the turn of some monolithic, cosmic wheel. Then again, what's the point of dawdling in such metaphysical claptrap?
I saw it the minute I first looked at her face, into those blue, crystalline eyes, so young and innocent in appearance, mirrored in the little boy's perfect features. But - something beyond its years - the clever deceit, an awful wisdom of knowing. It was then I was certain.



autumn crow
languidly inspecting
the old school ground



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