by Ari Collins
After the night people collapse but before the morning people begin, when our Earth is perfectly quiet, she thinks she hears: "I miss you. Please come back to me." In this window of silence, the night becomes an ocean and she wants to sing like the whales, cross the miles between them and answer: "No."
Monday, July 20, 2009
Silent Night
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