Friday, October 30, 2009
How? . . . Love of the Wind . . .
How do I describe it? The restlessness… the agitation… the stir… and then the nothingness… the numbness… inside my chest. I want the wind washing over me, the song of the North is in my blood. I’m in withdrawal and the detox is almost more than I can bare. I’m walking alone with my friends beside...
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