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Rusted Halo

By Jade Alyse

Copyright 2010 Jade Alyse

Smashwords Edition


They only become a specter of what our lives used to be, as we traverse toward a definite end, never keeping a steady course, always flowing, always moving.

But there are some memories that choose to linger if only to torment and haunt us, poking and prodding at our souls, the way a child does amidst an endless game of nuisance and fascination.

I was a young boy once, undoubtedly foolish and coy, and as I move a little closer to my own definite end the memories of my life and how I lived it are beginning to fade to dust, as the color in my complexion begins to grey and my voice sounds a little weathered.

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