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: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky 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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