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

Sunday, February 06, 2005

James and Maia posing as the sun goes down. This is where the highway meets with the connecting road to the orphanage�s town. A two mile hike to town.

Ballad of the Sun Rising

Sunday, February 06, 2005

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