Monday, July 12, 2010

The end of nothing really important.

And just as we built them, we took the buildings down, brick by brick. We took the steel and the gold and the silver and the oil and put them back beneath the skin of the earth where they belonged. We turned the roads back to rocks and grass and flowers. We told the animals "We're sorry." We felt the breeze one more time.

Then we turned around, and walked back into the sea.

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