January 2009
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the people had forgotten and so it shall begin
the memory of death is brief in the memory of the dirt, but the memory of transgression lingers like a wound. the legacy of the people would be the residue of their lives, absorbing like memories of water into parched ground.
young men left to return singular or not at all and so began the path of a lone thought in their minds.
little blue
“little blue truck, the great blue sky all held in wonder amidst the twinkle in my eye.”
