▵dirt

i write books and take photos

i used to think life was a tragedy—now i know that its a comedy

i am limited—i can only do so much—and at that point i must stop—be still—and do nothing

reflection abstract

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December 23, 2022

▵dirt

i saw these outside my front door

the reflection of our tree in the pothole

with a little bit of oil on the water surface