Saturday, July 28, 2012

: naturalists

You don't wear a lot of makeup and it feels good. Me days, you days, not quite summer days but simmered air, winded hair and worries on the down fall, eyes on the ball. I heard a pigeon squeal today. I didn't know they could speak that way, I thought they left communication to the dogs. When it pecked near my feet it was I, oh squealy one. Good thing I was wearing my helmet otherwise... What? Otherwise no otherwise. You were wise. Good on you.

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