Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways...
And where have you been my darling young one ?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways...
Bob Dylan, A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
another sign I live in the same home as Jason - one rock being chipped into an arrowhead by another |
horse crime scene |