Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Train Ride
The sun hauls itself up as we slide home. Grey hills stick low to the horizon. Long fields stretch out green tinged blue. Streaks of red run through their furrows. Slick-skinned street snakes away from us. Here and there, a tree still on fire among the bony crow feet paralysed. The storm lowers dark and threateningly. Now: The complete annihilation of a tunnel.
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missing you..... miss access to your other blog. miss your story and your spirit.
thanks for the kind words :)
i have more or less stopped writing the other blog. if i ever start writing it in earnest again i'll open it again, too.
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