My Facebook status today:

Erin McNeill
was patiently constructed out of sand, water, and hope, just out of reach of the rising tide, protected by only a shallow moat; the sea and the wind will win someday, but not today.

I feel like there is a poem in there somewhere, but I am too busy to find it. Sarah said it was depressing, but I think it is

The rosy sunrise long ago blossomed ( Read more... )