"The oldest bull crossed the day. His legs scratched the planet. He continued, traveling to where sea lives. He reached the shore, the oldest bull. On the edge of time the ocean. He closed his eyes and grass covered him. He breathed the whole green distance. And silence built the rest." -Pablo Neruda
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
so it begins
With all my free time from a lack of lesson planning and lack of friends in my new locale.
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