HOMECOMING
BY MIGUEL HIDALGO
What lasts forever? Does love? Does death?... Nothing lasts forever.... Not even forever
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THE LARGE HORSE PLODDED slowly over the shifting sand.
The rider was of medium size, with huge, strong hands and seemingly hollow eyes. Strange eyes, alive and aflame. They had no place in the dust-caked, tired body, yet there they were, seeking, always seeking—searching the clear horizon, and never seeming to find what they sought.
The horse moved faster now. They were nearing a river; the water would be welcome on tired bodies and dry throats. He spurred his horse, and when they reached the water’s edge, he dismounted and unsaddled the horse. Then both man and horse plunged headlong into the waiting torrent, deep into the cool embrace of the clear liq
