Entrenched in Matters Natural, Ephemeral, and Bicycle.
Devoted to the spacing of leaves and the teeth on rear cogs, the loading of springs and the spacing of frogs.
In every effort to concatenate the thoughts of bugs with the songs of trees with the acts of man.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Why?
I am up in a tower, exhausted and unable to sleep, and the never-ending salt marsh of Cocodrie takes my face.
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