Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Epilogues (3)

The embodiment of loyalty that she adhered to was millions of waves away from the island witnessing her descent into memory. She devoured books to immerse herself in the past belonging to the island of contradictory landscapes to escape the other island that shackles its citizens with the chains of false democracy.

As she turned into the quiet alley, with its ancient street lamps emitting their amber light, the man of the revolution appeared beside her, guiding her mind to the literature that liberated minds from the obligations of meek surrender.

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