Mar 19, 2006 22:55
Luther is sitting by himself in some place outside the Mansion--he was always happier with the earth, near the earth. He is involved in his usual practise of being a weathered old rock, but this time he has a small knife and a lump of wood, which is slowly becoming something.
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The same place, but quieter, perhaps more serious--he's not here to play with a child, this time. This post is for Florian, should he want to talk, and Luther is more concerned with watching the clouds (he knows what they mean).