There I was, watching the waves roll in. And out. In. And out. Watching the moon, breathing, through the rain. The fury of the thunder and the glory of an unearthly light.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
My father's favourite line of all time.
- And will this wind be so mighty as to lay low the mountains of the earth? - No, it will not be quite as mighty as that. That is why we have come up on the mountain, you stupid nit.
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