zionwings
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Post by zionwings on Sept 27, 2010 22:36:01 GMT -5
The sky was brilliant with stars that shone bright like chips of frost scattered across the sky, and a heavy full moon lit the pale sands of a desert scene. Casting a stark shadow in this cold and shifting world, Amos stood alone and stared at the crumbling ruins of a tall building. Even though the walls were worn and destroyed by centuries of sand and wind tearing at them, when he closed his eyes he could see them as they were. Tall, white, gleaming like a beacon of purity and hope in the desert sun. Amos felt a lone tear roll down his cheek. This great palace was from a different time, when he'd had a different name. Not Israel, the small country... but Jerusalem, the mighty kingdom. "How many years has it been, my king? More than I care to remember.. and yet here I am again. As I am every year. I keep thinking that because I come here so much, surely my footprints will be forever etched into the dunes, but I suppose it is... comforting that they disappear even as I walk towards our home."
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