Far above the rusty pickup truck, beyond the wandering gaze of the girl, another man looks down at the solitary pit stop. His eyes are similar to the old man's, distant and wise, but his face is entirely different. It is smooth and perfect. It holds no worries, only conviction. It is the face of a zealous man, terrifying and irresistible. His gaze is unperturbed by the desolate landscape, for he focuses all of his attention upon the singular oasis. His descent is without flaw; his elation without reserve.
"This is the one," he whispers, "here I will find her."
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I have made some modifications to part 1, and am most of the way through part 3. Part 3 feels more driven, which I don't like, so I will probably edit it and space it more. Plus, my time has been limited lately... :(
Monday, November 19, 2007
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