Wednesday, May 28, 2008
FOR A WEARY TRAVELER
FOR A WEARY TRAVELER The moon shines down as he wanders, aimless as the air, aimless as his heart. Dark as the night is his mood; empty as the endless void above him are his thoughts For faith and love and institutions all fail him; time-honored conventions of work and family fade away, yet remain,...
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