The only color in this patch of Iowa.
Things from my youth I no longer see.
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
The only color in this patch of Iowa.
Things from my youth I no longer see.
What is all that white stuff?
I envy you getting away from the white stuff back in az! You coming too camp LW?
Camp Lynda fo sho, I’ve had the days off for months.Any guesses about the other white object?
look this is the “diet” i told you about you should really enter the site :) bye enter the site
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