Two friends, 365 days.
the next day
drawn in
. . . then start a fresh pot. thank you.
the wind did this, then blew off the point. i kicked it back together.
elements
data journalism at columbia
a really cold breath of fresh air
the venerable farmer's shoes
black velvet
saved
dinner on the beach
myself as angry bird
in a rush
hello phoenix, old friend
this is what we were doing
reluctant visitor
late autumn wind
if coctail were a movie set in 2010 and tom cruise were a couple of fuck ups and nobody gave a shit and listened to pop punk from 1994.
rolling with the theme (whole wheat, greek olive hummus, avocado, tomato, persian cuke, arugula, salt, pepper)
wind anxiety.
blustery smoke and a smile.
hoodrich
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