these are moments of terror where innocence is held in exile words broken and bruised lay around the prophets
JaimenChristan Shulerhas quoted7 years ago
Where all the good things are. A redtail’s nest forty feet up the east side of a white pine. The old, old whitetail buck who’s hunted me these twelve Novembers—he’s not the same one, nor am I.
JaimenChristan Shulerhas quoted7 years ago
The animals are beautiful. There is no song about it since words are hard to find— Seals on the ice down there— When I found a few words I fastened them to the music—