And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore.

died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.

Clean with Coffee and Rain

the sun  also gets wet 

the weariness of perpetual sunshine

El Gato mira

Last Flight of Captain Steve Grave

The Flight from where he was in this world, into the fantastical unknown and next one, ended at the speed of his wing, disappearing into the wind, then quiet and he was known no more.

the LA River, a place to hide

Leave here, turn eastward and hide in the Kerith Ravine, east of the Jordan

patience for prophets

I've commanded ravens to feed you there

All the excellent arrows for the stranger