The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Dropping as the rain from heaven

Echoes of ancient shouting, far away, nothing to do with me anymore. No need to poke at it, though. Staying away from sites extolling fathers.

Probable last day, although down to the last drops.

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