October 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

The little hills that used to hold on to each other so snugly, that were the tightest of friends, are now hazily floating away from each other onward adventures of their own. Enormous, burly clouds carry them across lands unearthed and to waters beyond. They travel, faintly recognising each other as they fly past. It would be unnatural for them to miss each other. After all, they are merely mounds of mud held together by sky.

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