through so much dust

More gray than black, the thick layer of dust left a perpetual haze . . . the remnants of lectures past were always there, refusing to go away, lending their own quiet voices.

Mar 26, 2008

#326

quiet
alone
heartbeat
wind
sirens

empty
full
grace
anger
mystery
Posted by Brian at 7:35 PM

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