Day 1297, thoughts. Day's pictures, Poetry Its the dirt road at my house in the morning that I drive on ~ where they stare at me each day ~ if I stop to look closer they run cowardly ~ like sheep Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Nochrisis 
this reminds me of something from Haruki Murakami
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Ok, I will check it out, thanks…
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