Dunaire sat alone, wrapped in his own thoughts. He ate, because it was necessary, not really tasting the food. He had been in a strange mood lately, and he did not know why. Probably just that I'm leaving everything I have ever known, he thought as he sipped at his soup.
A few lines came to his mind then:
Wherever the winding river wanders,
Whenever the stars will light the path I roam,
However my footsteps choose to take me,
Travelling far from the place I call home.
[ November 19, 2003: Message edited by: Elennar Starfire ]
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