Cold water and time dissolves dried blood. Rowan dashes disappear. Translucent, invisible now what was crimson not long ago.
The red hot life is fragile. Spills of energy, outbursts and velocity cannot persist. Yet, the gentle still water can. It takes our sores away, the stains, the splatter of ignorance. When the blood is watered the spell is broken.
Innocence persists in mysterious ways.
3rd September 2014, AC
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