April 12, 2012 § 2 Comments

Shivers down the earth’s spine send tremors up the mountains.

Clinging to the sides of a hill seems easier when such waves are secondary, but they still wash over us, enrapturing us with their movements and connecting us to the sea and the world below.

Rivers of grey flow through the heavens as the sun struggles to colour the end of another worrisome day.

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