wisdom on Tuesday
On a warm summer day, an old soul returned to a place where parts of it remain for years. Waiting while misplaced pieces of it floated through life on waves of tears. Many gathered on this day all had the same ancestral blood flowing through their veins. Some came out of respect; the unbroken circle… was there for gain.
These mortals had tried to keep the old soul away from this final commemoration. They did not care about its many years of painful isolation. Death had not fractured the unbroken circle had gone unchanged for years. The return of this old soul brought to the cloistered multitude panic and fear.
Disregarded, invisible with no right to be heard, the Old soul was damned in their every fearful word. Watched closely, made to feel like a thief, an intruder daring to be a part of their…
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