Wednesday, April 17, 2019

i was just daydreaming of my dog bigs jumping like a faun in exstasy on the spongy ground of the old graveyard on the edge of town, carbon-dale, in '79 or 8. 
this place is something akin to that place, a place of curious death where rabbits, coyote, dogs, errant superannuated boys, and spirits live. we too haunt this haunted place.

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