02 October 2005


All Stories Are About the Future

Once we went to a carnival where all the people in town wore masks and ran through the streets. They did not recognize us and wanted nothing to do with us until we put on masks as well. Suddenly they welcomed us like family. On their urging we ran as fast as we could. We became winded and had to bend over and gulp air. Sweat poured down our faces. We needed to wipe the sweat from our eyes but dared not take off our masks. We didn’t want the magic to evaporate. We looked forward to years of happiness.

Lovely, esp. the title. I like a lot of your stories.
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