Tag Archives: the outdoors

Summer days in January

I remember we took this path before. We followed it on a hike sometime in the first few months after I moved back. I remember it was me, you, and David Gullins. I don’t remember if I drove. Maybe you … Continue reading

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Miniature playgrounds for miniature children

A dream of silent life is what I wanted. But in my head an endless music plays that bleeds into the fabric of my dreams constantly, and last night an angry rhythm of random images pounded themselves out while I … Continue reading

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