Urban climbing up concrete hills, what season is it anyway? Four straight days of light-flooded windows spark new leaves on the basil plant. I said it many times: I need a bigger sky, larger moon-stage, vast and brooding. On that shallow shore just north of here: why are the boats left floating free all night? WhatContinue reading “BIGGER SKY”
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