FEAR blew somewhere in the faraway now, this fear that had gripped my breathing when i lay in bed at night. Watching the storm window. I just could not put down my telescope anymore and kept imagining my teeth breaking. I was having violent dreams where me and the other kids would commit horrible acts and then run away in guilt. I needed to put sown my telescope, so i walked down to the sea. My boots were full of fog. Lying on the rock i stuck my head in the cold water. From under the waves that kissed my shoulders, i could hear it's faint bells drifting closer. but would the season make good for all of our sins? http://www.mumweb.net/
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