"He who learns must suffer and even in our sleep the pain we cannot forget falls drop by drop upon our heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Like a spray of machine gun fire a line of brown and granular bird shit across my lower left windshield. A lone masticated berry nut resting on the hood.
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