Still Breathing
24 April 2018
The landscape makes me think… about its history, the endless, turning of the earth… and my small place on it. A poem…
‘In One Day’
Pick me up, Move your ground. Rolling planet, Bring me round.
'My grandmother always told me to make friends with those who search for the truth, but to run for the hills when you meet those who have found it.'
Karen Dawson
