Out of the many things humans do to account for the passage of time, there’s something about the natural ledger of history. It’s not there for anyone’s story, it’s simply a link in the chain of the past. And I guess that’s why layered rocks make me remarkably emotional.
chilly pass
ground corn
musta been a ghost
fuel stop
tiny garden
matcha made in heaven
she left me on bread
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maybe one? or even three? three to five, we'll make room
dame más gasolina
the clean and bright morning light
hoping
camping in the rain? we don't care!
