Alone, but never A-L-O-N-E. Apart, but never departed. Bereaved, but not witholding clearing houses of pain unfolding in revolutions of rusted wheels bespoken of past and yet to be fortunes all living within for the holding; rolling and molding, then g-n-i-n-r-u-t rolling on... © Sarah Gallant, 2003 |
| ~ Rolling On ~ |