If my brain stuff was a Newspaper, these are clippings I apparently cut out saved for one reason or another.
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Rolling the Ball
Shadow.
I love when dogs sniff the air like this.
I get these tingles, this sense of things to come. I love the look of abandon and peace, leaning into the wind, face up to receive these little notes from the future blowing all around us.
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