I dream of heat and space, cold nights and hot days, endless vistas, patience and time. I feel the joy of cold water, and the lust for sherbets, and the swirl of dust devils.
sainthood is fleeting
I dream of heat and space, cold nights and hot days, endless vistas, patience and time. I feel the joy of cold water, and the lust for sherbets, and the swirl of dust devils.