"here i sit to stare, to think of thoughts too grand for me. ""i live and die in a place of story."" the sights, the sounds, so high, vast like mountains out of flatness surrounding oceans full of mystery, here i live and die. i heard a tale today of wonder, of days gone now past, memories in foundations of stone, brick and mortar lasts. we worked, walked, talked and lived. listen! hear the crash, the voices of depts meeting land of stories told and untold by man. here we too lived and died. markings in the sands of time energy of souls in pursuit living, dying like ocean spray on a windy day. listen! tell my story again, again, again i say repeat, repeat my story to others, to others who may forget who come to live, to die. if i could stay!"   Submitted By: NULL