“We plant our roots in trembling earth, we live where mountains rose and fell and prehistoric seas burned away in mist. We and the towns we have built are not permanent; the earth itself is a passing train.” EarthSeaMountainBuiltRootsTownsTrainRosePlantPassingPassingsPermanentBurnedMistTremblingPrehistoric Book:Boy's Life Source: Boy's Life
“Yes, there was music after all. The sound of the swamp rose up to him. The sound of frogs and crickets, of birds and 'gators, of life in every puddle and pond and knothole and leaf. I Travel By Night” NightSoundBirdRoseLeafsCricketFrogsPondsSwampsPuddlesGators Author:Robert R. McCammon
