Posts tagged ‘photography’
Doorsteps
I can’t remember the last time there were three little birds, each by my doorstep. I sometimes see one bird or two birds, but never just three.
It was there and then it wasn’t.
Time stood still.
It’s time to go home.
On the Metro, it’s not necessary to know how to do the subwayfold with your newspaper.
Nothing to see here.
You can hustle all you want, but in the end you’re waiting in that same line to the clouds.
I went to retrieve my wings from the basement but discovered that someone had already taken them.
You can find me in the shade.
Today I tried to fill my bucket with positive things. But when I dragged it out from underneath the sink, there was already shit in it.
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