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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 8:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:09 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:19 pm
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Hymn smirked beneath the bag. It had been such a long time since he had been given a challenge such as this. Stopping he leaned over and felt the ground humming a tune to himself while Sable spoke."Don't you know, your world is but one of my own?" he mused, wishing he could capture Sable's expression.
Standing a couple feet away from the other, or so he hoped the dust turned away from the sunlight and began singing silently to himself. With arms spread wide the world around them shifted just a bit, growing dark and gloomy as clouds rose over the horizon. A sheet of rain neared them, faster and faster, till soon it had overtaken their stunned figures.
"Now, do you see what I see? Or what don't I see do you wish you could see. For I can make your world, my own, or that of your deepest dreams, reality."he smiled, pulling off the sack with closed eyes.
"In reality, I can't see, I am blind as a bat without this helmet," he showed her, holding up the thing to her within the bag. With his eyes closed he knew it would be to bright to see, but still he stood in front of her. The other dust made no noise at first and that made Hymn unhappy, so he continued to feel the rain drip down his sides and onto his cheek.
"Such reality..." he whispered at the illusion as it quickly shattered and reality took it's place. The sun shined brightly again and Hymn continued to keep his eyes closed. "Now where were we headed?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:48 pm
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"see?" She groaned exasperated, "This is what I mean. No curiosity, none!" She sighed, "You don't know anything about the conductor except that he might be driving a train going fifty or sixty miles an hour." She explained to Hymn, "His shoes? They could be red, because it is his wife's birthday, and red was her favorite color. He could be wearing them to remind him of her since he can't make it home." Sable spun, "And when the trains collide, those shoes could be the very thing that his wife can identify him by when she is asked which dead burnt and un-identifiable corpse was her husband."
She turned on hymn and pointed her finger at him "And you would never know... because 'they aren't shoes at all!" She grumbled, "The details are what make things interesting. They create style, drama, intrigue, they pepper our life with color, interest, and meaning..." She took one of hymn's hands, "And as your friend I'm going to help you from that boring world where you do not know about them."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 8:20 pm
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"Well, it doesn't really matter." Sable spoke back, "If you never knew his shoes were red, then certainly you would learn nothing interesting." she huffed, "But you learn the shoes are red not because you know something is interesting about them, but because there is a chance, however small, that there is something interesting about them," she pulled on his burlap sack gently, "If you don't try to interact with life, you will remain an observer forever and nothing will change and nothing interesting will happen and before you know it you'll be an old man who can't do interesting things anymore." she chided him and then took his hand, "Come on, we clearly haven't walked enough." She explained and begun to drag him along once more.
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