LovetruckerOne and One is One
July 22nd 2008 08:58
The curtains parted and two women entered her life. How extraordinary that subtle shape and skin can predetermine race and link our flesh as sons and sisters. When recognition is so intense that one and one is one, then will all pretence end, as our nature rears its ugly head and bellows brutal truth.
Later when she tried to think of what was said, she felt as though she had accidentally met herself in the forest and confused impressions filled her mind. She felt a strange sense of self but other feelings clawed below the surface.
The two women had talked with words of fire and ice. One welcomed, while one repelled. Their role as innkeepers seemed a sad charade, their real motivation a hidden room.
Yes she wanted lodging. No she didn’t have a forwarding address. Ill at ease she found her room and watched the walls and thought these thoughts.
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