Tales of the Glass Flower -

02:16 am July 22nd, 2008




			Tales of the Glass Flower -

cyrain


	Smoku. Klusi ilgojoties, kaut prats padotos gana, lai es vairs nejustu, ko nodaru sev, lai kaut kas cits pienjemtu leemumu, kaadam man drosmes nepietiek. Nekas vairs nepalidz, tikai padara sliktak. Kaa kjeedes suns, kas strikji rausta, bet no iestaigaataas bedres neizkapj.

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   "This is a place where the dying come in hopes of winning life. We don't get many immortals."
   "I seek a different prize," the Immortal said.
   "Yes?" I prompted.
   "Death," he told me."Life. Death. Life."
   "Two different things," I said. "Opposites. Enemies."
   "No," said the Immortal. "They are the same."