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Every time it rains the young must gather at the highest hill and watch as their cities and castles are washed away by the flood. They lift up their skinny arms and mourn loudly. The hot rain comes down in torrents and mixes with the sweat of their wasted toil.
The rain always last for ten minutes. Afterwards the young walk slowly down the hill and into the brown water, where they get down on their hands and knees and feel for traces of their magnificent cities.
2. The Return
The middle-aged always disappear during the building and destroying of cities. They are only pres
by ~kaminokami
Swan 5Itfs begun. All oranges, reds, and yellows are painted over in blue and white. Large flakes fall outside my window. Elizabeth and I are in our pajamafs watching them. She canft go home tonight. Not now.Swan 5
The town transforms. All of the inviting warmth is buried in walls of white and we are truly alone. No one comes up here. Last night after she fell asleep I rolled over and put my arms around her. I closed my eyes and imagined she was my swan prince finally come for me. We were locked in his snowy castle where we would spend eternity fitting together.
The snow is for us only. The town reached up and closed it gates
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Swan 4Tonight the sky burned like an elegy. I sat on the hill behind the house and let it cauterize my soul. Everything is abandoned, but I canft leave. This house has shot its wooden planks into me, deep between my ribs and into my heart. I am impaled here.Swan 4
Every direction in three dimensions connects itself to me with the sound of mother playing the piano, or the feel of mud and rain beneath my bare feet.
Ifm meant to stay here, I can feel it, I just donft know what for. Ifm waiting for my purpose.
At least Elizabeth is still here. Losing her would be like losing a pound of flesh.
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Swan 3Sometimes I hear noises from the room my mother used to use. They come from under the door. I only hear them when I am alone and everything is quiet.Swan 3
It starts as a quiet tone, a low sound. The tone drones on and on. At first the sound grates on me, but after a while it becomes soothing. Memories well up, with the sound as a backdrop. I seem to be heading for something very important, but just before I get there the tone slowly fades and I can hear breathing through the crack of the door. Slow and labored as if something was peeking out.
Last night I sat with my back against the door and a hand held recorder next to
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