Crossing the Tamor ----------------------- The wind sings of life's intentions lores from days forgone of noble conclusions. But it is known that the stationary rocks harbor gradations of illusory depth. Cross the Tamor with this bamboo pole in hand, my brother! Gauze its traversability. Death by drowning never makes news as death by claustrophobia dwarfs the shortening pole, now at its last green inch, upon the flooded waters. We will still join your family after you die crossing the Tamor. Jump...Jump from rocks to rocks slippery in their deceit, subtle in their ignominy. Shout out SOS in the language of the shepherds who sing their cattle to guide them safely back home. mG. *** guide