The Gold Fish– follow it to the source
Spit on your fingers. Feel it... Taste it... This water sucked from your soft palate has a history. Follow it to the tap, up the pipes, circumvent the morning fog and late spring showers, and find the melting snow pack in the Sierras. Voice 2 Rain Follows the Plow Can you taste the tang of Manifest Destiny? Voice 2 The savage must ever recede before the man of civilization. The square mile which furnishes game to the single family of