Out from experience slowly we render the concepts by writing.
Sometimes the poem appears in a billowing cloud like a sunset
gathering empire of birds: just some random arrangement of dactyls.
[daily log: walking, 8km]
Out from experience slowly we render the concepts by writing.
Sometimes the poem appears in a billowing cloud like a sunset
gathering empire of birds: just some random arrangement of dactyls.
[daily log: walking, 8km]