Faith slowly, slowly has passed;
Like sands in an hour- glass pour and blast.
The top gets empty, the bottom does remain.
All alone, its power destroys me insane. 78 more words
Only other time I buried something on this land I was seventeen years old. My daddy had a couple head of cattle struck rabid. We shot them where they stood and after, I spent the whole day with him digging a hole wide and deep before using the tractor to push their bodies in. 1,021 more words
Well, it definitely looks like these blog posts are following a fortnightly pattern. It certainly wasn’t planned, but in the interest of looking professional, lets pretend I’m deliberately following a schedule of one blog post every two weeks. 275 more words