Friday, August 22, 2014

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Though I miss the agile wild days of skipping down mountains of CO and leaping off rocks (see 200 dances ago or so) I still relish the idea of tripping lightly through the heavy tombstones of Queens, echoing the skyscrapers of the Manhattan landscape in the background. I feel much older here, but still when the music takes me, off I go, free in my way.

I found this beauty in the trash and hung it on a random wall. This made me absurdly happy.


Wet balloon in the graveyard

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