Sky cries, the universe may be sad, soup hits the spot, even in February
hanging in, hanging around … feb ’16 A big storm rolls into town, the skies open up and rain pours...
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hanging in, hanging around … feb ’16 A big storm rolls into town, the skies open up and rain pours...
oddly a summer day in february, ’16 Oh how it’s all going to go on over and over and over...
from a frosty bed green escapes … or … fell down onto the frozen bed. One of the other. ~jan...
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La Poste of La Lapine a la Alex … ~dec ’15 [postcard (c) Atelier Robert Dosinewu 1995] Of snow flurries...
blood leaves town to find solace ~jan ’16 So, different tone today, and holy damn I will have to let...
do they mean chris cross, or upset? ~ jan ’16 ColVil/Durhamtown it’s the unspoken social contract, eh? a community’s agreed...
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