Barbara duBois ~ White Sands National Park V
{sunday} Barbara duBois ~ White Sands National Park IV
We no longer feel that at the moment of waking from sleep we summon the light into our eyes. For us the light is outside, phantomlike. Nor could the Greeks any longer see in the sun the actual source of Life; they felt that the sun was something that pervaded them...
T. Wendell Peek ~ Travilin’ Man
Sometimes I feelThe need to move onSo I pack a bagAnd move onMove on Well I might take a trainOr sail at dawnMight take a girlWhen I move onWhen I move on Somewhere, someone’s calling meAnd when the chips are downI’m just a travelling manMaybe it’s...
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