* "Get up.
Shut up.
Throw up."
* Oh, Matthias. "A Little Chaos" My garden needs weeding.
* The road to the PO will never bore me. Every time I come to the crest of the hill and the valley pops out in front of me......always the mountains are different, the air is different. Today, sounds individualized and jumped into my open window....the snort of a horse who had his head over the fence close to the road....a single note of a bird...water let out of the res rushing through the ditch bending down the tall grasses.
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
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