2002-07-24 10:23 a.m. We came across the wandering Frog King and he was crying so hard he couldn't stand up. He was half covered by broken leaves, mud sticking to his once wonderful clothes. I lowered myself onto my belly to place my ear near his mouth. I heard the wet sounds of the mud pulling against his clothes as he rocked back and forth. "It's all gone," he said. "I remember how everything used to be and it was much better!" His voice was shaken to pieces by sobs. Nostalgia was wracking him like a fever. His hands were clenched onto the crown on his head, shoving it down against his head until it seemed his bones must crack. They did not crack. He was able to continue suffering with his memories long after we got tired and melancholy and left him there at the foot of the ash tree. |
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