Day 1298, exhaust. Day's pictures, Poetry These massive structures all around us standing on ancient bedrock ~ they are dead till we breath life in it ~ this life at the end poisons us in this confined interior 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