Big Blue Winter Sky
Nothing will be better if I die
Except in this locality
You make me smile at me
Drinking deeply and sourly
20 January 2008 at 11:06 pm
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MattWricks, you made me a death sandwich, but if your latest two are death-breads, “Where I grew up” is life-meat. To answer your last comment, no, the dirt reference was not about Death, but life at its best, back when I was a kid running around in the sage, digging holes, jumping down hills, and climbing walls of a dormant volcano.
Comment by Sunsun — 20 January 2008 @ 11:21 pm