pencil shavings
life is a pencil. these are the shavings.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Hot seaweed soup by my window on a rainy day
I'm staring at this view even as I type. This picture looks cheesy. You can't see the lightning across the sky or hear the thunder rumble, or smell my hot seaweed soup. Unlike
Tetanus
, whose photos are self-evident, I make up for mine with words.
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