I descended a dusty gravel ridge beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge until I eventually arrived at the place where your soul had died... and barefoot in the shallow creek, I grabbed some stones from underneath and waited for you to speak to me. In the silence it became so very clear that you had long ago disappeared; I cursed myself for being surprised that this didnt play like it did in my mind. All the way from San Francisco as I chased the end of your road... because Ive still got miles to go.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 02:33:56 +0000
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