Whispering Grace- A vision. A dream. 01/10/2009; 4:00AM.
Waste water and spent reactor fuel
God is the water / the Sun, the trees. God is the blood you sniff in the breeze.
Before my brain could tell my hand to let go, I was jerked upside down, and dragged / deeper, by at least six feet.
Virtually free.
Mehtanol anyone? A declaration of American economic independance.