Neues

New remains red on the 96a. Numb tongues frosted, wed wet along the walk.

A once unfamiliar faucet finally habituated makes what came before it foreign and domestic. Acclimatized, accustomed, and acculturated, it ages the old, but dates everything.

This’ll be gone to-morrow. The rest’ll remain.

Zonsopgang over Amsterdam – 2016 local

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