nobody here but us chickens

singing is fire

I love how the branches are like ink running down a page.
I don’t think I could ever live in a city again.

(title from Charles Bukowski.  See also the Pretty & Twisted song, it kicks ass)

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2 Comments

  1. Bunny

    Sigh.

  2. ScottO

    Gorgeous!

    (Catching up–my reader app lost this blog when you changed URLs.)

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