Barren, yet oddly beautiful. A sliver of space 'twixt the twin planes of land and sky. Sky lower than ever. Land a fragile tissue.
"Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams."
- from 'He wishes for the cloths of heaven' by W.B. Yeats
Monday 12 November 2007
Lost horizons
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