The Hermitage

by solaris2001

He lived his life in the remote depths of that forgotten, lonesome valley, buried between cruel and jagged peaks that bifurcated the living world from its own history, an infant conjoined to a stillbirth at the chest. The sun that passed in haughty arcs over his toils rose and set likewise over bygone men, the truth whispered between the trees and down the insurmountable mountainsides. He made of himself an attentive bridegroom to isolation. She birthed his children amongst the stillness of the ramshackle rooms of his house, the fleeting shadows of men chased at the corners of his eyes.

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