From either end of the desert terrain exists the myth. It is carried by a wayward traveler, partnered only by his one-eyed mule. Whether or not youre willing, he will pass by. He will travel. He cannot slow down. He walks the lands a half hour before the rains. Those rains, the rains worth a story, worth a warning. He is willing to tell as long as you are willing to suspend disbelief and listen. Listening might just save you. He saved me.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 04:54:32 +0000
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