roughing it, eh?
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Rustled Path
i wish that mountains would rumble up from the earth;
so i could have a brimming forests at my door.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Print myself Out
'They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.'
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