The Travels and Rants Journal

I am a lonely painter. I live in a box of paints.

Friday, 21 December, 2007

Rent

I was listening…

Give me your hand
And take what you will tonight, I’ll give it as fast
And high as the flame will rise
Cinder and smoke
Some whispers around the trees
The juniper bends
As if you were listening

-Iron and Wine, “Cinder and Smoke”

Rent

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