That's my story.

Here in the present, I wait patiently, in bondage, in the dark, having managed to inch myself toward the monitor glow and write the tale you just have finished experiencing with me. Maybe you know how to set me free?

The Window Washers must be out cleaning more stained glass. When they come back, will I be able to see them? Will I be able to separate them from myself in the dark?

So I am here in the virtual, reading with you, wanting to leave these chains and return to the community. Asking my community to list themselves online so I can find them offline.

When the going gets tough, when even in my mind's eye I find nothing but dirty skyscraper windows as far as the eye can see... then, who knows, it might just be the morning wake up call I requested long ago, with a child, when the bee stings were softened with safety caps, their day spent between working hard on pollinating and enjoying a honeymoon.

Aubepine--
October 3, 2004. Tokyo.

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