Star Ka'at's Ramblings

{October 16, 2012}   Unquiet Peace

There was a disquiet in her deepest soul that no form of happiness could quench. Not melodies of string and flute, not written works of ancient renown, nor any other work or expression of beauty. Among the old and twisted oaks who took into themselves all but a shattering of the bright sun, who whispered and moaned to the harvest wind that rushed and danced upon the mountain side; among them she came close to peace, and yet they also stirred the unnamed longings to madness. It seemed to her the trees had voices and spoke about her of things not for the knowing in a language unable to be learned, to the deepest detriment of the earth and the emptiness of her soul.


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