Whippoorwhill At The End of Summer Magical Light, a set on Flickr.
the light golden magical....hum of crickets...birds....union with self bought with close contact with nature past the din of the agora...out there, alone...the way it's always been...the way it will always be...sharing, why bother...they rape you and then discard you...a commodity system...winner take all...a fistful of sand...all fall into the sea...eventually...hot young trim, the latest on the beat...he was a fading rock star...I could see it and he didn't like it for me...
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