Monday, March 8, 2010
Go down to the water.
"Go down to the water where we used to swim. Stand under the sky at dawn when the sky is streaked with blood. Open your mouth and shout our secret to the waves. The ocean will be your voice. You won't have to carry anything alone. Stand at the edge of the water. Your voice will come back to you. Maybe. If I am silent." -F.L.B.