Laura Candler's blog from 2009 about travel, clouds, music, poetry, and how people use a sense of place to craft their identity.
i love the long shadows of early morning. i rode through the long shadows of young trees this morning. their bodies might be fifteen feet, their shadows double that all criss-crossed and painted in every shade of grey. steven
i love the long shadows of early morning. i rode through the long shadows of young trees this morning. their bodies might be fifteen feet, their shadows double that all criss-crossed and painted in every shade of grey. steven
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