>>Drowning yourself is no picnic. Suicides People on the beach see us warped beneath water's prism: a fading green and slight is the view drowned in time. We are a host of waves bubbles and a push of foam tremor in a silent tide. The moon rises over hiss of grey-brown beaches to silver as an afterthought. When the lulled sun lies swollen with gulls, tourists walk the jetty to gather a treasure of shells. - Eric Yost ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html