
New people knew people.

New people knew people.

Wrap trumpet and flute practice and treat your best gal-pal to a couple’a late nite cocktails.

Consume spring crocus, drunken eye focus.

There came a cloven gleam.

I will go back into the garden and hear the Song of Songs.

Lay prone atop seismic fracture while not thinking of Napoleonic Wars.

Play back audio field recording of the intersection of Melrose & Almont to an empty room.