Finger In The Sky
By birksy
Finger in the sky, where does the wind blow today? I am sheltered in a carriage, so feel no breath of air, disconnected from the natural world. I sit, stare safely as trees bustle by, I sit disconnected, from this carriage, and what’s inside. Written January 31st, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 10:24 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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