Bailey Martin

“The sun edged its way over the mountaintops just as it had done every morning since the beginning of time. It struck me that years from then, even years from now, the fog and the sun would be two of the very few constants in this landscape, just as our spirit, not our flesh, our blood, or even our bones, will be the only remains of our existence.”
― Annette Saunooke Clapsaddle, Even As We Breathe