A Bright Clearing I AM.

There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

November 1 Marker.

Mother of my beloved niece in my room, talking.

Long talk under the trees, crunching leaves under my heels.

First skull punch.

Will try to stay on the road I finally saw.

(Sigh, and the mighty beer failed. Haha.)

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