There were lots of theories there. And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Read more. Then the great Deschutes River, elegant and fast, a river which cut across the Oregon desert like a streak of lightning across a dull gray sky, dried up in a single summer.
When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear. To say, I too was here. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied.
Winds came from differing directions, currents looped back on themselves, temperatures fluctuated.