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

A pretty picture taken in Saratenii Vechi upon our return from Kyiv.

Ballad of the Sun Rising

Sunday, February 06, 2005

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