2010-09-02 - 2:08 a.m.
They ran forever until they were alone and couldn't run anymore and they collapsed. No one would ever find them, not here, they were safe. They pulled the dirt all around them and stuck little crosses above their hearts and waited for their tears to water the saplings.
When winter came they rose up, and by then they could fly. Some flew too high and were burned.
When they touched down on the mountain it was almost spring and they ran, ran forever, until they were alone.
