But what could she do? What could be done? It was destined to end up like this; she’d almost known it, right from the start. Nothing good in her life lasted long. Tears and memories, that was all that was left.
First tiny salty drop escaped her eye, followed by a mirror image of itself, running down her cheeks. She looked at her reflection showed in an enormous ancient looking glass. Her palms touched the cold surface and she rested her forehead on a soothing coolness of this sand product.
Watching her tears coming out slowly trough her lashes, she couldn’t help to feel relieved. She would have never expected it to have such effect. As if washed by a rain, her soul and mind felt brighter by every dust grain that fell through the thin neck of hourglass.

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galinka  19. 5. 2007 22:31
Nechceš písať radšej po slovensky?? (A) Ale inak je to také...umelecké (iný vhodný výraz ma naozaj nenapadol) a ten koniec výstižný
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