What has?--Eternity.
It is the sea gone off
With the sun."
(From the poem that is my present mantra: "Festivals of Patience," Arthur Rimbaud. go read it read it read it)
The moon rising over the fence around my back yard.
I have a deep fascination for bus drivers and the things they decorate their buses with. I hope that's not weird.
"Soul/Grow Eyes"
Our homes were skeletons we could not escape from, our skeletons were homes we could not escape from
beautiful sand patterns at playa negra, concon.
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