mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Friday, September 30, 2011
not a bird but a man
soon to remove the 50-70' pine that precariously leans toward the hermitage--lop the top then chop chop. thud crunch down it's coming.
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