“The sun is rising through a yellow, howling wind. Time for breakfast. Inside the trailer now, broiling bacon and frying eggs with good appetite, I hear the sand patter like rain against the metal walls and brush across the windowpanes.… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Each day you hear the sand as it moves and whispers, Come and sail on my golden sea, Maybe one day you'll be just like me, and that's free. — Ronnie James Dio Copy Share Image
