string belly fire The untying of the string was like an end to the friendship; the undoing of what could have hoped to be timeless. Now it appeared as it truly was - possessing both a beginning and an end. When bound together its frey was sealed in the sticky, waxy leather; a knot so tight it could not be forced, seemingly. With persistance, however, with purposeful deed the ends came away at last and were revealed...still bearing the mark of their once so steadfast union. 030602 ... gja The middle one asked me about the string. Holds it down, I say. He paused, then quizzed: But don’t we want it to fly? Yes we do I said. Yes we do. 100823 what's it to you? who go blather from