one person for each turn of the earth. one trip around the sun.
as many words as times i've taken the ride.
Friday, February 8, 2008
39/366: Prentice
We’d take long walks in the woods. His hero was Thoreau, his music Days of Future Passed. His Army colonel father went beyond strict, to sadistic. He left Lise before the baby was born. Now he runs a pagan retreat in the mountains, but the damage has left its own legacy.
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