From Some Angles, Up Is Toward The Earth And Down Toward The Sky, And Everything—people, Horses, Cathedrals, Dreams—is Suspended Over The Ceaseless Void, Barely Hanging On.
From Some Angles, Up Is Toward The Earth And Down Toward The Sky, And Everything—people, Horses, Cathedrals, Dreams—is Suspended Over The Ceaseless Void, Barely Hanging On.
From Some Angles, Up Is Toward The Earth And Down Toward The Sky, And Everything—people, Horses, Cathedrals, Dreams—is Suspended Over The Ceaseless Void, Barely Hanging On.
From Some Angles, Up Is Toward The Earth And Down Toward The Sky, And Everything—people, Horses, Cathedrals, Dreams—is Suspended Over The Ceaseless Void, Barely Hanging On.
