The waterline has risen above my head. I do not want learning, dignity, or respectability. I just want to see more clearly under water.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Wind Blown
The wind whipping off the river shreds the palms and bananas. Florida feels like this, its lush color and exotic plants seem almost dreamlike. I could dream here for a while.
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