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.
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
the weather is fine!
been faltered walking, bone bumbling (riding bike on wash board gravel road) bouncing and moon glance casting a bout the hermitage hood. lots of other things require attending but a few steps, an upturned glance with short bumbles are required. it was one of the many purposes of embedding in the microforest with its mini meadow.
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