Stand near the precipice that is life.
Imagine the last time a rock fell… imagine what lay below as the victim.
Wonder how it’s possible to not feel Grand here.
Loving the water, the rocks, the age and change of it all…
Stand near the precipice that is life.
Imagine the last time a rock fell… imagine what lay below as the victim.
Wonder how it’s possible to not feel Grand here.
Loving the water, the rocks, the age and change of it all…