Once upon a time . . .

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 10:53:38 GMT

. . . there was a girl. She wasn't young, she wasn't little and she wasn't beautiful. She dreamed of a hero, just like all girls, but her hero was no prince on a white charger saving her and carrying her off to his castle to a life of money and comfort. No, this girl dreamed of a man with dark eyes and dark hair on a black stallion. Her hero found her in the field, rain falling hard all around and he watched her with a blank face as she stood in the rain, eyes closed and face tilted to the sky. When she lowered her face and opened her eyes, seeing him for the first time, he leaned down and offered his hand. She paused for a moment; she took his hand; he smiled, lighting her heart on fire. With him, she saw fires, battles, lighting and seas. The girl dreamed this dream for many years, yearning for something she knew must exist. She foolishly admitted these desires to her family and friends. They told her she was a dreamer, that such things could never be. Eventually, their words penetrated her mind and her dream disappeared. To this day, when the girl sleeps, she does not dream. When she is awake however, her mind spins tales of her hero, only slightly changed. One thing she has learned however, is to never admit that to her, the tales and dreams are not just stories, but a deep hope in her heart, where her mind cannot reach, where the words and doubts of the world are no more than chill breezes as she stands in the rain. Perhaps, someday, that rain will fall and she will stand in it and she will remember.

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Once upon a time . . .

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