Friday, August 29, 2008

Friday~August 29~2008

The wind thrashes the leaden clouds across the August sky. Somewhere something is crying softly. Somewhere there is a trembling.

It is the trembling of this feeble Gutter Monkey. The soft cries are hers as well, and our hearts are torn from their boney cages with empathetic  sorrow.

We must save her. 

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