The Hunter With Wings


It Began When I Was Very Little. I found a heart shape leaf and kept it between the pages of my fairytale book. Often, I held and waved it gently on my face, I smelled the mud and chlorophyll; echoes from nature exert an everlasting pull on my heart. One day the leaf crushed. I believed that the fairy liked it so much and had to steal it away. I tried to look for the same leaf, but can never find one alike.

The cedar fragrance, valley wildflowers, falls beauties, ghost frost, all the nerves trembling feels that connect to my heart are the aims - My hunting expedition began.

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Friday, May 16, 2008

A Dialogue





























































Pythagoras: "The whole thing is a number,"

Grace: "A number?"

Pythagoras: "A number, my dear."

Grace: "Oh, a number."

Pythagoras: "Yes, a number."

Grace: "Lao zi told me, it is zero, and nothingness is the it."

Pythagoras: "That's it?"

Grace: "That's what Lao zi said."

Pyhtagoras: "What do you think, Grace?"

Grace: "I don't think."

Lao zi: "Come on Goras, her brain is too small, she is a bird."
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