...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
February 24, 2007
black fresh water drinks snow night awake fierce wind not cold but insisting on purpose water needs water like people need people to become first water then man from swamp summer green to winter graphics.
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