Zoe in Big Sky

I believe in the mountains. They are the mark of our history, of our mutability, of our organic fate...

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Here we are inside a novel, waiting for an end
but we don't know the authors of the book.
maybe someone's writing chapters for us while we sleep
from a million miles away


Posted by Zoe at 9:04 PM

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