Safer to love the dead.
All things unsaid.
A rare and interesting thing.
Conjurer. Tour guide. New cause.
More things lost.
But, "All that comes and all that goes, moves in an endless circle. Count the days and count the stars, starting then and ending now."
Follow the Rats?
Camping with the Blue Lady.
I should have brought the wine.
Because, "As the night sky descends, its influence rising, those of us waiting on darkened country are floating where memory doubles as dream, and dream blends with waking until all the tenses-- past, present, and future-- collide in mysterious sentences."
Faster? Stronger?
Nope!
