by Randall Reading
Product Number MC-7068
On occasion the dusty shadow of memory gallops along the edge of a wind swept ravine and the outline of an ancient herd is spotted. They stop and turn east, paying homage to the rising sun and the hope of a new day. When the sun has ascended, they run again in search of a time that no longer exists when they ran free without loss of pasture or fear of capture. They are ghosts still looking for safety, longing for rest, exiles of memory.