the small places we come from

wind scoops handfuls of coloured leaves and carries them up towards the pure indigo of the maple-lit autumn; they glow in lamplight, as the quarter-moon cuts a triangular window across the clouds, and then remain somewhere there, big stones in the endless river of sky. the small places we come from, little more than so […]

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suburbian

one of the nice things about living in a suburb, are the stars. tonight there were so many stars in the dark-dark-blue of the sky. like so many worlds, open. believe, know, and enter. and the geese flew over the city in skeins.

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vermillion

for those who know.. some pictures (nokia phone through bus window, and night approaching, but Solar Kitten said it was not that bad)

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