Great Blue Hill Did once waters run here, carving dirt and stone into steps, eating away soft earth to expose the roots of things— tree’s and granite’s bones— the strength at the heart of the hills? Can you believe the clear blue of the sky...
Great Blue Hill Did once waters run here, carving dirt and stone into steps, eating away soft earth to expose the roots of things— tree’s and granite’s bones— the strength at the heart of the hills? Can you believe the clear blue of the sky...