“When you’ve flown as far as you can, you’re halfway there.”
“What’d he say?”
“He said we’re halfway there!!”
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
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