The week after Christmas, and the skies had reverted to gun-metal. It was cold, and when I said good-bye, he turned into a crowd of people and I watched his back and then his head, and then the crowd closed around him and he disappeared.
Small Stone 20
6 comments:
Lost in the crowd, sad sad sad.
I read this and that being within that creates stories began scribbling away.
SO much said in those brief lines.
these are remarkable.
xo
Is that Santa?????
Lovely.
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