Tuesday, July 2, 2013

The sounds of the seven sisters...

I could feel the presence of the sisters of Myrsiniótissa convent. 
I do not even know how many they are exactly. I never saw them, but one.
She passed by above me, on an attic walk and on whispering feet.
But there were seven chairs for them, standing beside each other.
So I have decided they are seven, be so or not.
My pathfinding friend R. and I tried to walk with our feet above the ground, not to disturb.
I felt I walked around in there, holding hands with the hush.
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