Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Like a wooden table in the middle of a rapeseed field

Pebbles are gritting under my shoes. I learned that it is better to look down before you take careful steps. I have been told that it is a sign of resignation. It is not. I was so much impressed with Harap-Alb's story that I am taking all precautions in order not to crush my luck. One never knows when one is faced with a challenge and one is in desperate need of an ant's or a bee's wing.
Left, right, left, right. Things that never change surely do give you security! I clenched my fists within the pockets of my jacket and moved forward. 

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