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Farland
My eyes are greedy. Most of the time I am paying attention to the odd colored stone or pattern of rain streaks on the tree trunk. Sometimes my eyes let other parts of me take... More »
Farland
I keep my camera in a small red bag slung across my back. I left an inner pocket unzipped. The one where I keep a spare camera battery. Somewhere in yesterday's wanderings it fell out.... More »
Farland
There is some connection between thought and movement inside my body. If I am sitting my brain becomes dense as stone and thoughts held bound up, or light as wind and thoughts uncatchable. My need... More »
Farland
There is a certain shrinking that happens in the wintertime a focus on stillness of thought a sense that actions must be deliberate or else set aside in hibernation. There is an inward shift that... More »
Farland
From my father. I remember him sitting in an open silence. His rare conversation was full of questions not the personal ones where are you going what are you doing, but the big unanswerable ones.... More »
Farland
Everything. I am always alone. I am never alone.
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