
Some Hair Day! Not sure what else to say...

...but it's not. Still, if you didn't look left or right, you would think you were in the country. Sometimes I try to imagine what a place was like fifty or one-hundred years ago, right where I'm standing.
"I hear, I hear, I hear,
And my own soul grows cold and deaf
To know your eyes
Are grown opaque and white:
And by all the green in me
Of which you sowed the seeds
I can only pray for a spring
To come and soothe the fears
Drying your well of Love."
Excerpt from:
Prayer For A Father
S. Massy
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