because i love this.
"A man was looking at him. A man was in the window across the alley looking straight at him. The man was watching him cry. That was where the geranium was supposed to be and it was a man in his undershirt, watching him cry, waiting to watch his throat pop. Old Dudley looked back at the man. It was supposed to be the geranium. The geranium belonged there, not the man. 'Where is the geranium?'
he called out of his tight throat . . .
It was at the bottom of the alley with its roots in the air."
here you will find posts of makes, photos, thoughts and music. thank you for sharing your journey. i look forward to our friendship.
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