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.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
racing herds of caterpillars up the lane.
can't help but squishing them by the handfuls simply due to my strolling habit
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