The 477
Posted in Tales on December 20, 2007 | 2 Comments »
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea
-The Garden of Prosperine
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Clover Boonan takes the bus to work, she’s taken the same bus..the 477 for the passed ten years. Before that it was called [...]
