Iceland – Genie Nakano

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If only the world were squareit wouldfit betterin my refrigerator

Against the wind

walking against the wind no need for wings

Counting my Breath what can you say about the sun, moon, stars while sky holds them up do they have a choice looking out my window figures walk their dogs some run some trot some stop to smell the roses I planted on the curb I watch them sniff then off they go please spreadContinue reading “Counting my Breath”