Beckon The Sea,I'll Come To The....Shed Seven Tears, Perchance Seven Years....
~ Terri Farley
And there was no way to unsay words you'd blurted out, no matter how sorry you were.
What did you say, Gram? About there being no church out here? I said that the sky was the roof of my cathedral and the desert was its floor and any time I paid attention, I could feel a higher power all around me.
