I sit on top of a moss covered rock watching as a you look for crayfish in the water and Alex ponders on drawing material in the roots of a fallen and rotting tree.
I'm trying to write without rhyme these days.
But tonight, there's a bee, and I am discouraged.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
I sit on top of a moss covered rock watching as a you look for crayfish in the water and Alex ponders on drawing material in the roots of a fallen and rotting tree.
I'm trying to write without rhyme these days.
But tonight, there's a bee, and I am discouraged.
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