05 June 2006
#20
The funnel inside the whirlabout of the prosaic and profane is the sacred. It is where us humans and nature rub noses and know it is good.
-A quiet treeline at dusk philsophy.
The funnel inside the whirlabout of the prosaic and profane is the sacred. It is where us humans and nature rub noses and know it is good.
-A quiet treeline at dusk philsophy.
