When the coast is clear, we'll be
coming out. Only to show our
heads when the danger is passed.
I have found there are no words
in the utterance worth repeating.
The thin glass here acts like a
mirror - even though you're
supposed to see through it, you
can't really. There's nothing to
see anyway. The shapes have
already left the now shapeless
forms. A fulsome weave indeed.
I'll be crossing the Pennsylvania
border in ten minutes. Look up,
see how the landscape now