Ballad of the Sun Rising

“The crisp morning air blew through the trees rippling only the dried foliage which remained, and the snow began to fall as they listened to the footsteps of a stallion in the distance as it strained to pull the carriage of thoughts down the path destroyed by years, and as they stood upon the hill sensing the cool dew seep between the toes of their bare feet, they felt fear, they felt loathing, and they saw the sun rising.”

~ S. Grant Funerway

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

A smaller basillica next to the big one. everyone kisses this door as they leave. You can see the lip marks on the left hand side of the door.

Ballad of the Sun Rising

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

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