I can feel and smell the wet chill of this poetic monologue by David Patton. I can see the sun come in and out, the whales out at sea... And I have often stood in a similar place, one foot in yesterday and another in the present in my family history. If you want to breathe deeply, take stock, be comforted... this is the perfect monologue. Hats off, Mr. Patton.
I can feel and smell the wet chill of this poetic monologue by David Patton. I can see the sun come in and out, the whales out at sea... And I have often stood in a similar place, one foot in yesterday and another in the present in my family history. If you want to breathe deeply, take stock, be comforted... this is the perfect monologue. Hats off, Mr. Patton.