Feather Circles
Some fiction, some thoughts, some other things.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
appreciate not fear each other
It was hot out.
'You are gorgeous,' said the man playing banjo on his porch; I went over and talked to him about the role of fog in sunsets, and then later I went home and slept well.
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