"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
There comes a time in life when you realize that everything is a dream. Only those things that have been written down have any possibility of being real. That’s all that exists in the end: what’s been written down.