The Long Paths
- Oct 2, 2017
- 1 min read
by Andrew Marshall
There is a brain poison. A bilious acid seep. The stony ground will leach it from me, draw it from my feet like blood, as I tread the long paths.
Free and briefly unafraid to continue the work of my redemption
Andrew Marshall is a multi-disciplined dabbler, professional vagabonder, and enthusiastic walker. Sometimes he takes pictures to pay the bills.
