Saturday, June 13, 2009

"Fear is not knowing and Fear is not in the Land." Being comfortable is solitude and braced with an embrace. The breeze across the brow and the scent of belonging and the chill of a light rain. In the drift and on the move as all things do, different paces, and across the universe as passenger and pilot. Alone, the drift on the river that flows in all directions and circles to the north and into the trail of the Mammoth...

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