through the window; already I want to
lie down. Yet it moves, the earth, I mean,
against us; and all will perish in its sea,
reaching for a neighbor’s hand.
shepard fairey
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
gustav dore
our boys
death and burial
wm
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Sunlight Calls
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