And he traded in for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromise...
The line. One of my favorite things in the world. The Bible is made of lines. So is the Declaration of Independence, Anne of Green Gables, and the instructions for chocolate chip cookies. Illustrations are made of lines, and so, in a way, are my characters. Beware. The line is mightier than the pen.
Wednesday, January 28
Runaway Orphans
Nothing can describe how much these songs mean to me, or how much they remind me of my story. If I had to summarize A Way Out in two songs, here they'd be.
Luke, he left from Denver where the air is thin and people are nice,
And he traded in for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromise...
Trying to break free... like a Runaway...
And he traded in for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromise...
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