The Silver Trumpet Brayed

And now that I can see that one dread final fence, there is the fear that I will not make it even as far as that. To have travelled so far along this lonely road and to never reach the end would be a tragedy, but it will take all my strength (America), more strength than I have called upon for these past thirty years.

And still there is no-one with whom I can talk about this, once again there are these four grey walls which do not rejoice, comfort nor weep.

posted by Weasel @ 6:07 PM