Running from the Sunby Lucille Youngershe wrapped herself in anonymity. Protected from the whirling winds that sought to claim her and shielded from the pelting rains hell-bent to tame her. She made a game of running from the sun, so light would not invade the crawl space deep within her soul where she had stored the riddle of her sphinx. In intervening years the heart that he had likened to a mammoth sea had atrophied, pumping just enough that she might sleep, eat and laugh and sing sweet, solo songs waiting for the time to come when they again would sing as one. A veteran of acquaintances, of harmonies unsung, continued she her journey running from the sun. |
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