You can fade into a ripple..not take from my work..please.

I sigh at the sight of growth.

Mmmmm..

Poetry, poetry..

Hardened wood clocks.

I wish you all the best!

Everyone is prejudiced to some degree. Yet they know what degrees are.

Goodbye Butte County..

Can you see the real me!

The wild women caused Bill Hole to hear yet another song in his head.

Friends!