this is what i want you to do:
- read the passage(s) below
- post these directions and teh passage in your journal
- add a linking passage of your own
The wind swept hills of the barren wasteland always makes me feel alive somehow, maybe it is the leaves... all the color of fire moving soundlessly before me consuming the very landscape. seperated by a standing wall of glass not more than an inch thick. In the edge of silence, i watch this living breathing landscape of scorched earth and feel changed by it, and almost as suddenly i am pulled back into a world of comfort to dispell this vein of wildness inside.