Friday, March 17, 2017

9297. AURATIC BLUE HANDS

AURATIC BLUE HANDS
Things I have lost always remain with
me; the opposite of loss, in fact. That's
a funny thought  -  much like some
elder, remembering the feats of his
tribe, which tribe though is now gone.
I don't know how you phrase that, but
it's much like a shadow-aura, a ghost
of some form, a gauzy idea which lingers
on. We find reverence in what is revered.
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I cannot speak for others, though 
I do : my constabulary is a group 
of old lawmen, reciting facts of what 
they resorted to in the end. A law 
enforcement by the means of a
different conclusion; a well-polished 
silver star, signifying nothing at all

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