All (except Hushpuppy):
As I stand by the bayou, I watch a ship as she disappears. There, she is gone. And we cry for this. But she's not gone. She's just as real as when she left me. And somewhere else, other voices are calling out: "Here she comes." And that is dying. Here she comes!
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 11:08