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Wer spricht, sät, und wer zuhört, erntet.
Following text fragment refers to another picture but to the same character. He's incredibly important to me.
The stone wall knew stories; it remembered war songs as well as hymns of praise. It had internalized the howling of battle and the cries of death of the fallen as well as all the quiet litanies and wisely spoken words; the columns had absorbed consuming fire, just as they preserved the quiet glow of candle flames. Stone made no difference. Stone was powerful and - stone was patient.
And Prim loved to listen; he loved to touch the columns as he passed by or to trace the joints in the masonry with his fingers; he loved to feel centuries-old stone and dust under his forehead in the daily ceremonies.
Occasionally he would stop in the middle of the cloister and move his hand, as if drawing the shape of the arcades on an invisible sheet of paper; another time he would stand leaning against a column and remain there motionless as if in a trance, listening.
This did not happen as often that one could think of him as an eccentric - but often enough to give him a word of good-natured ridicule from time to time.
"Prim listens to the stones until they tell him their secret."
"Is that what they say? Then it will probably be true," was his answer always, accompanied by an imperceptible smile.
Following text fragment refers to another picture but to the same character. He's incredibly important to me.
The stone wall knew stories; it remembered war songs as well as hymns of praise. It had internalized the howling of battle and the cries of death of the fallen as well as all the quiet litanies and wisely spoken words; the columns had absorbed consuming fire, just as they preserved the quiet glow of candle flames. Stone made no difference. Stone was powerful and - stone was patient.
And Prim loved to listen; he loved to touch the columns as he passed by or to trace the joints in the masonry with his fingers; he loved to feel centuries-old stone and dust under his forehead in the daily ceremonies.
Occasionally he would stop in the middle of the cloister and move his hand, as if drawing the shape of the arcades on an invisible sheet of paper; another time he would stand leaning against a column and remain there motionless as if in a trance, listening.
This did not happen as often that one could think of him as an eccentric - but often enough to give him a word of good-natured ridicule from time to time.
"Prim listens to the stones until they tell him their secret."
"Is that what they say? Then it will probably be true," was his answer always, accompanied by an imperceptible smile.
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