Thursday, October 28, 2010

Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl, Quotes

I will be washed away.  I will be battered and picked at.  I will stoop and sag.  My skin will be stretched and folded and eventually pounded into sand.  Decay will catch me.  But for now, until the day I lose, I will win.  I will pack my body's walls with strength it cannot keep.  I will eat and drink.  And when the tide is out, rocking back, I will close my eyes and rest my bones.

- Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl by N. D. Wilson
Page 162, Summer Hiatus: Sand Castles


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