In which I engage in shallow discussions about books, movies, science, history and whatever else I'm thinking at that moment. And have beers with Captain Howdy.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
First and last for Little Altars Everywhere
First:
In my dream, I'm five years old again and it's a summer night at our camp at Spring Creek.
Last:
And all I have to do is keep walking, with my ears tuned and my eyes wide open.
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