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The Calcutec and The Librarian
The Calcutec, The Librarian and the Iridescent Light
The Calcutec walks at a quick pace down the wide sidewalk while looking up at the sky at the towering buildings with the gleaming, reflective windows. The smile on his face is as broad as the sun glinting off the silver light post. He thinks to himself that he has never felt so free and unhindered. Meeting with The Librarian on such a gorgeous, perfect day will just add to the crazy feeling of effervescent bliss that expands from his solar plexus and seemingly glows outward from his body.
Even if it had been raining The Calcutec feels like it wouldnt have dampened his spirit. Seeing the beautiful, vivacious Librarian waiting for him on a bench across the street near The Coffee Shop of Nectar he picks up his already quick step.
The Librarian catches his eye and waves excitedly. The Calcutec waves back wildly, looks both ways at the traffic and literally prances across the street. Laughing, he grabs her around the waist and twirl
Dance to the Mel-Oh-Dee
Pulling his over-sized but warm coat tighter around his body, the Dreamreader made his way from his minimal apartment into Town, towards the Library, struggling to negotiate through mounds of snow that had fallen earlier in the day. The boots, given to him by the Colonel, roomy enough for two or even three pair of socks, were loose. If only The Dreamreader had thought to put on another pair.
Approaching the bridge to the Town Centre, he paused to catch his breath then bent over to pull the bootlaces tighter using his half-frozen fingers. Hoping to keep the cold air from filtering down inside his boots perhaps he could keep his toes from becoming frostbitten. As he stood, he rewrapped the moth-ridden scarf he took from the long-abandoned suitcase from the backroom at the Library. Giving it an extra swing around his neck he shoved the ends down behind the cracked button that barely closed the fur collar. He made a mental note to tighten the thread on the button later. He would ask the Co
All Colors are Golden
All Colors are Golden
A Fantasy to Those Living in Other Realms.
Reality at the End of the World.
The Gatekeeper Eyes the Herd
Grazing in the Pasture.
To him, there is Nothing Unusual
Under his Care.
As the Inhabitants of the Walled-Town
Go About Their Business,
The People Pay the Animals
The Unicorns Exist.
They Eat and They are Wary.
The Gatekeeper Silently Goes About his Chores
Working with Shadows,
Repairing a Fence or Mending a Post.
He Need not Give Attention
To Unicorns White or Black,
Until it is Time.
Time to Herd them Outside the Gate
Back Inside at the Light of Dawn.
Day After Day.
Unchanging and Predictable.
Until the Last Season.
Winters are Hard.
Most Unicorns do not Live to See the Buds of Spring.
Unicorns are Often White.
At the End of the World,
Colors of Fur, Gracefully Flowing
In the Barest of Wind,
Can be of any Color.
Pink, Gray or Striped,
Brownish or Black; a Pale Shade of Blue.
Until a Tinge o
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