Dante's Heart
The Boy With White Hair
white hair and black, and charred bones. He wrapped some of each in a pocket
of leaves and set upon his way. He tried speaking to his mother, asking her which
way to go when the path sprouted two directions, and the voice he heard was his
own, small, and quiet, saying, this way, this way.
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white hair and black, and charred bones. He wrapped some of each in a pocket
of leaves and set upon his way. He tried speaking to his mother, asking her which
way to go when the path sprouted two directions, and the voice he heard was his
own, small, and quiet, saying, this way, this way.
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