Two Second Street
“Below, I hear tires crushing gravel
And everything again is still.
A strange echo haunts me as I compose:
A woman sobbing.
Does she know this man? 132 more words
Sounds • Pictures • Words
Cloud Porn at its Finest
Clouds of Tunisia
OK, so I am actually trying to have a blog. Wadii suggested that I try to post something every day, but that sounds overly ambitious to me, so I am going to start out by trying to post about 71% of the time. 107 more words
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