walking through trees
Sunday, October 23, 2011
(or between them)
I wrote today. I walked. The one impossible without the other now. The story making itself best known when I am away from machines.
I wrote today. I walked. The one impossible without the other now. The story making itself best known when I am away from machines.
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It amazes me what can come to mind in the stillness.
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