Life from Inside the Tortilla
It was wet. It was cold. It was mushroomy. It was Saturday and the yearly excursion of the mushroom pickets from the West. More at www.thecityofwater.blogspot.com The Bean Curd Boxer: - Tai Chi...
Can't seem to dream these days with any sense. A blur of language, culture and time. Nothing is clear, everything vague, unsure, insubstantial. Life is being observed, but from where?
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