"Jonathon Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but he flew way out beyond the Far Cliffs. His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see. He learned more each day... What he had once hoped for the Flock, he now gained for himself alone; he learned to fly, and was not sorry for the price that he had paid." (Richard Bach)
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
If I lay real still... Under the ceiling fan... With the floor fan directed at me... And close my eyes... I can pretend to be asleep and it's almost bearable.
2 comments:
What? Did your AC break?
Why is it so hot in your house? That means your coming here for the CD's right?
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