The sky, a perfect empty canvas, offers clouds nonetheless. They shift and drift and beg interpretation... such is the nature of art.
June 07, 2017
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Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
June 06, 2017
Without fake tan I have the skin tones of a dead jellyfish.
Monday, June 5, 2017
June 05, 2017
Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.
Sunday, June 4, 2017
June 04, 2017
You can observe a lot by watching.
Saturday, June 3, 2017
June 03, 2017
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Friday, June 2, 2017
June 02, 2017
People who count their chickens before they are hatched act very wisely because chickens run about so absurdly that it's impossible to count them accurately.
Thursday, June 1, 2017
June 01, 2017
And maybe some people are like collages - no matter how broken or useless we felt, we were an essential part of the whole. We mattered.
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