Lauren posted as I lay dying | Apr 9, 2008
The signboard comes in sight. It is looking out at the road now, because it can wait. New Hope. 3 mi. it will say. New Hope. 3 mi. New Hope 3 mi. And then the road will begin, curving away into the trees, empty with waiting, saying New Hope three miles. I heard that my mother is dead. I wish I had...
