Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Moment # 31

He traveled the world after that-- kept drifting from time to time, from place to place. Life was meaningful yet anchorless. The anchor was left behind, frozen in the ice of time. Only the thought of spring haunted, when the ice would melt. He was more at ease with the winter inside him.
Frozen

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