Saturday, October 3, 2009

10.03.09 | Clocks

There were faces on the walls. Numerous faces. They stared down at me, blind, deaf, and dumb, but their hands were ever busy, always moving, never resting. Each face sang its own solemn hymn, regardless of what other melodies were audible, but the amalgamation was not cacophonous.

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