The Happy Hobo.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

That surge.

Anything that has to do with water, I'll always, always fall in love with. It's vast; it's free.  At times it gushes on a rage, but can be as calm as the cirrus clouds above me. It's lovely. It keeps on flowing, nonstop. You might drown, or you may not. More often , I drown.  Much loathe, I can't help it. Go now, pick.  //  PHOTO: Portland, Maine Sept. 2010

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