Quo vadis?
Snow falling on the next block / rain of heavy clouds / a crane hanging over the yard.
The screen is my page.
No ink. Nor woody red letters planted in earth. A visible miscellany of what is going on, here. Song lines.
Snow falling on the next block / rain of heavy clouds / a crane hanging over the yard.
The screen is my page.
No ink. Nor woody red letters planted in earth. A visible miscellany of what is going on, here. Song lines.
