he spent his lifetime building long, meticulously constructed wooden fences to protect the most beautiful, pristine house anyone had ever seen, had anyone known about its existence. after years and years of brutal work and toil in places so far away, when he returned from his fence-building to the beautiful house he had devoted a lifetime to protecting, he found the lights off and an empty aura in the yard. he was suddenly struck by terror– what if there was no longer anything beautiful left in the house at all?

May 27th, 2007 | Comments Off on

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