Whistle My Name A Sandstorm Whisper

9 Mar


“What do you want?”


“…I…don’t know how to put this…”


“I met her in the desert, but I had the distinct impression this all happened in the future…that is: the series of events I’m about to relate to you.”


“Do you like blue flowers or red flowers?”


“I don’t remember. I do remember it happened in early spring. My horse had just come down from the mountains to bring the family fresh spring water.”


“We were feeling trapped, as usual. But then we started dreaming about dragons and everything was fine again.”


“What happened next…I mean…after the funeral…”


“They weren’t mean spirits, but they were wild animals.”


“Can you repeat what you said before? I wasn’t even listening.”


“When bees harvest their eggs from the deep dark oceans, a terrible wind might blow.”

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