Sixty-Three

My legs started to grow until they reached the water and beyond. They transformed into roots and connected to the web around us. My arms did the same. They grew into branches and they kept on extending until I felt other hands holding mine on each side. We were an alive, golden lace.

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Twenty-Three

The Siberian man was leading me upwards on a meandering mountain path. It was quite foggy but I knew we were already rather high up. Then we reached a plateau, I was not sure whether it was the top of the mountain or there was more above us. In any case, a far-eastern Buddhist monk came to meet us, smiling.