All he finds there is a rock worn smooth by centuries of sleeping beneath the river.
Walter walks on as the water dries from his back, away toward a place where the sun bleaches the sky pale and warms even the coldest stone, where a man's aloneness can be absolute but, he knows somehow, all the more bearable for it.
I don't know what else to say. This is fucking EPIC.
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Date: 2009-10-03 09:27 pm (UTC)some of my favourite lines:
All he finds there is a rock worn smooth by centuries of sleeping beneath the river.
Walter walks on as the water dries from his back, away toward a place where the sun bleaches the sky pale and warms even the coldest stone, where a man's aloneness can be absolute but, he knows somehow, all the more bearable for it.
I don't know what else to say. This is fucking EPIC.