Tag: paul watson

A force mightier than war. Heard falling sideways underfoot and over the cusp of everything and nothing. Inspiring rainbows in its pillowing haze. While limbs emerge black through sheaths of ice. Dun grass breaks through scabrous snow. Aprille. As pilgrims’ breath unfurls at the railing and the wind beats up my microphone. Plastic scraps whistling in the…