on the deck... in These titles mean nothing.
- May 25, 2015, 6:16 p.m.
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lawn freshly mowed.
sky full of exotic clouds.
cattle rearranging themselves, calling back and forth.
birds doing the same.
feels like i should have something to say.
but i don’t seem to.
so.
Good night, everybody.
Have a good rest of the week.
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