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Now and in time to be,. Wherever green is worn,. A terrible beauty is born. Between my finger and my thumb. The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Whatever you say, say nothing.
We all have a story . Monday, November 21, 2011. Wednesday, October 5, 2011. Pardon the Title, but, FTW. I was running through some trees in the early morning hours, the fresh air hitting my face. The breathe escaping my mouth in wisps of condensed fog. Sweat going cold on my forehead. My cheeks, red and hot, and it hit me like a blow in the stomach. Where had my soul gone? Where had my mind been? Making.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013. Monday, December 3, 2012. The photograph on the left .