How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . .
Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I don't have much time... None of us do. This book thing, I'm writing, will help you understand it. Open your eyes to the dangers that lurk within the forest and to the dangers of seeking your soul to Death. For the sake of all man kind, read this...
- Dusty