There are those, like Kobae, that protect us, each evening, on patrol. There are those, like this evening, sunsets that explode on us, in dizzying color. There are those, like tonight, when they come together. The lonely sentinel returns home and reports all is well at Base Camp. Really, really well.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
There Are Those
There are those, like Kobae, that protect us, each evening, on patrol. There are those, like this evening, sunsets that explode on us, in dizzying color. There are those, like tonight, when they come together. The lonely sentinel returns home and reports all is well at Base Camp. Really, really well.
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