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.
Monday, November 21, 2011
it is
I can't decide if I am more overwhelmed by the feel of the wind through my hair, across my arms, whipping my shirt to and fro or the howl through the flailing vaulted tree canopies.
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