The ancient young woman encircling her breasts in the votive statue from Macedonia — Greece and the past all ended now — reverence for the days that have passed, the many nights and all that has happened without skip.
Art painted long ago from scenes seen and days passing sometimes vividly.
“in the intimacy of the dark and their day together” –Hemingway
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The yellow sun and the layered stone of Kentucky.
West Kansas–it’s like being on the edge of an ocean of green.
I’m happy to say that I’ve arrived in Denver, after a long pain-in-the-ass ride. I went through Colorado Springs on the way here, in order to see more Colorado mountain scenery before settling down to some kind of job. I’ve seen a lot of cars so far. I asked a friendly warm wet-lipped big-eyed girl for directions. There are a lot of people going in cars here–they don’t touch the ground–just go over it again and again in their naughty little machines. I feel a little lost here now, reclined on the edge of an as yet underdeveloped corner plot, waiting for my cousin.