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Words are such simple things really, she said. Not crowded or obtuse, but slender sages housed in pulpits of wood and eventide - graceful and deft in the hands of children; brave oaths and praises among the gentle songs of those the world forgets. They should not grow like vain or boisterous chains. Just let them be and they will walk, tentatively at first - until they own the sky.

They say the air is thinner here, but breathing it in is such hard work. You woke up in purple like a mantle of mountain had moved from the sky and found you descending into the morning. The rocks were joints, buckling and kneeling in the heather, as the weather in you woke up - Sunday's rain and the last remains of April snow drowning out the riverbed. You like when the air tastes bright and bitter, when the sun chokes the marigolds and fruit withers on the vine because I say you are brittle - damaged in that way men find so attractive. All your veins popped and thriving - the beasts have all returned, winter in the

It was a chilly but sunny morning. Bagwell took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air filling his lungs. God, I've missed this. He and Seth sat on their private bench surrounded by other prisoners. He glanced around. He saw Scofield and Sucre standing nearby the fence, possibly talking about the great escape. He felt like walking over and make a great comment. He was just too obsessed with just being out of that hospital wing right now. Unfortunately it had been Bellick to follow him back to the block and there had been an awful silence, both men not speaking a word. A thought hit him. Where's John? He hadn't seen him in the block and he

"John…" A couple of the former mobster boss' gang members joined him on a bench in the yard of the prison. "What is it?" he asked without looking at them, just glancing at the field. "Have you heard about T-Bag?" one of them – a big, muscular man – asked. "Who haven't heard of him?" Abruzzi asked, still not looking at any of the men. The other man – a smaller, chubby guy – joined the conversation: "He means: have you heard what Bellick did to him this morning?" Abruzzi looked up immediately and met the man's glance. "I heard all the noise," he said. "I saw him getting dragged out of the block, but…" He went