wystswolf

“The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.”

“We stumble through memory and youth like tourists in a forgotten town.”

What is it you would like to say?
 Say it, for this is the world’s end.

Reflections and realities

Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him!

In the quiet before the day begins in Santa Fe, Today truth stirs like restless horses.

The memory of the righteous one is due for a blessing,

The sea is cold, but it contains the hottest blood of all.