Sunday, 5 November 2017

The three writers


I'm at school, Notre dame 

There is work to be done here.

I'm with Connor, we are watching a very rare scene from a cartoon, beautifully done, where it's silent. The figures are just moving expressly. We are in a tourist place of a sacred space. People are visiting. There's a room at the building which i visit, climb into to see the details. It's about 3 writers, Rudyard Kipling one of them, writing beautiful stories about animals and adventures. There is some special information i read about them. It's sad, and it makes my soul cry. There is a little boy who witnesses me.

There's a family who are following a stream to the sacred spot. I see them and they loose a ball which i help them find.

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