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Archeological Travesty |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
They lie side by side just as they stood for a lifetime. They whisper secrets that they alone can hear just as they did for a lifetime. They feel the shifting sands above them, the eternal movement of mankind... usually in a forward direction, but sometimes backsliding, just as they have for an eternity. Side by side they were discovered, uncovered by a trick of weather, elements and shifting sand disturbed the eternal slumber of the lovers from the dawn of time. Now they lie in separate spaces, more distant than they have ever been. Traces of their past surround them, the bits and pieces that once defined them. They feel the watchers all about them, their eternal movement... not forward, more of a circular pattern, sometimes stopping and waiting, to ponder the secrets of eternity. |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
That was a great read. Thanks Melton |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Jana this is great! I've never considered what happens to those mummies that are dug up and sent to different museums...excellent subject and done nicely!  |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
What an exquisite thought process... "They feel the watchers all about them," Really enjoyable, and conveniently handled words, delicately placed effortlessly...had a great read here, Jana, Thank You. Regards, sudhir Hey you, out there in the cold, Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me? Hey you, standing in the aisle, With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them to bury the light. Don't give in without a fight. Hey you, out there on your own, Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me? Hey you, with your ear against the wall, Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home.... by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Oooh, so chilling and yet, a closeness of eternity adds warmth. Love IT! Corinne |
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