“We’re one, but we’re not the same. We got to carry each other…Carry each other…” The way this house was built, the sun will always rise outside of my bedroom window. In proximity, it sits in the gap between the house and my shed, and slowly crawls west. Out past the Brook…Over the Ridge… AndContinue reading “Winter, Specifically Sunrise”
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Tribe Of Flannel 