Party first.
My eyelids start getting heavy fatigue that takes me ... 
But I remember. I remember that angel returning from a long journey over the old stones, an angel caught in a violent storm, a storm marked on any map but which he knew existed. Buffeted by the swirling winds, playing him like a straw, this toy became an instant son dislocated in silk this invisible puppeteer.
"It's when he emerged from his grasp in a last gasp, he was struck by an intense flash he had seen it coming." How had he seen this tracer only he knew, he who travels for so long the ether.
"A burst of light, an intense flash that illuminated the sky and struck him in the chest, piercing the right through" according to those who had followed the scene from a small shed.
"He fell like a torch, like scroll chaotic and disappeared from sight on the horizon."
Against this desolate earth he came to one knee to the ground, wounded, bruised in body and in his soul by this episode.
On this desolate land I did meet him. (More)
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