you must learn to look for yourself
in the bank of a river or a hole in the wall
when evening comes and long shadows creep over the grass
long after the others are quiet, a sweet sound
it is not easy to write down what they say
there are no words for it
follow the sound
you will find them when you are ready
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Extermination; A Love Story (an excerpt)
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