Still Breathing
13 May 2018
Places like this. A definite marker in the cauldron of mist… and time. ‘This is Pillar’, it says. ‘So, that must be Great Gable.’
A wonderful feeling to know where you are, when it matters most.
'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
