VISIONS: Sunshine Strips by Harry Nordlinger
No, son, I’m afraid you won’t grow up to be anything. You’re only a drawing, after all.
No, son, I’m afraid you won’t grow up to be anything. You’re only a drawing, after all.
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I’m sick’a feeling like I’m walkin’ through an eternal earthquake. I need some solid ground under me – just a little stability and peace.
I have seen the fruit of man’s desire to live at all costs. Death and more death to all living things. But now a reckoning awakes.