In a small period of silence it's a wonder what the mind goes through all on its own volition. To define this period would be to illicit the image of something akin to a broken wood play horse, its sides splintered, and painted eyes in fading-- the meanings are kinds of trademarks of the self-possessed in light of a bloom, one in want of a physical disappearance, but is fully denied that because of the reality of such a grave undertaking.
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In trying to come up with project ideas for something I hope to have the honor to be a part of:
through mesh and wire. on the different levels of stairs, west side of ground zero.(click it to see it bigger)
