Friday, April 17, 2009

04.17.09

Thin bare branches bend in a penitent way. The world owes us nothing on this day. I wonder if the questions fill your head. They say do it for fun and do it for the joy of it. What’s that like?

No need for words when the odd directions come indirectly. The city sets around me.



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