KINGFISHER BLUE

author:  eryk ostrowski
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A man has been killed.
I will recover my strength to shove away hair. Now between us the light which united the smile, the word and the silence. Far is the meadow, the river and even death—that always distant—crouched nearby.
It looks through closed eyes. They were blue but there is no certainty.



 
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