Placed and placid lay the stone at the center of the town.
Down poured sunlight, heating the stone, which had existed long before concepts like sunlight, down, poured, and stone existed.
Walking by, a woman in red shoes stopped before the stone, touched it; it was warm.
Feeling effects of sunlit stone, she felt placed and placid now. She understood belonging, was of that town and of that stone.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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