Water is another matter, has no direction but its own bright grace, runs through all imaginable colors, takes limpid lessons from stone, and in those functionings plays out the unrealized ambitions of the foam. ~Pablo Neruda
There are no gifts that will be found Wrapped in winter, laid beneath the ground You must be somewhere in the stars 'Cause from a distance comes the sound of your guitar ~ Rosanne Cash from The World Unseen, singing about the loss of her father, Johnny Cash
