November 10th, 2010
I love the acid chemical yellow and how it pulses to lime and back as you focus on it. The knowing near-leer of the old woman’s mouth, the funny upcurl of her pipe. The other goat standing in apprehension as its brother is headlocked, an upsurging tuft of dark green grass at its feet. The austere log cabin spared the green-yellow bath, looking like old charred bone. The wild colors like a heatmap then, and only the dead wood registers null.
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