on the deck... in These titles mean nothing.

  • May 25, 2015, 9:16 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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