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

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

My former host family. LtoR: Dimitri, host mother's sister in law, host mothers niece, Host uncle, Host sister (Usglia), Host brother (Sergio) Me, Host mother (Elena), Nelo, Host father (Ion)

Ballad of the Sun Rising

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

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