When we came out of the last brake of willows, after the ford, and saw this "prairie" I thought, "this is the nearest I will ever see to an ocean." Wave upon wave of greenest green followed the wind, like silk blown on the line. I was so beautiful that for an instant I forgot to be afraid.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Endlessness
When we came out of the last brake of willows, after the ford, and saw this "prairie" I thought, "this is the nearest I will ever see to an ocean." Wave upon wave of greenest green followed the wind, like silk blown on the line. I was so beautiful that for an instant I forgot to be afraid.
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