On a narrow path under a wide sky, I sit and soon float in the scratchy, rumbling sounds of crickets … or am I drowning?
Only the fearful drown. The rest float in the depths of any ocean, as water gives space to water.
Originally published: Apr 2005
On a narrow path under a wide sky, I sit and soon float in the scratchy, rumbling sounds of crickets … or am I drowning?
Only the fearful drown. The rest float in the depths of any ocean, as water gives space to water.