But when I'm alone in the half-light of the canyon, all existence seems to fade to being with my soul and memories, and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm, and a hope that a fish will rise. Eventually all things merge into one....and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood, and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words. And some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters
BsktBallRef, that is breathtaking.
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Wed Jun 25, 2003, 06:24pm
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