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Lost for words (Kandos) 3.2.13
Fiercely independent clouds are ignoring eachother in the flat wide blue.
There’s country music wafting across from the Railway Hotel back in it’s comfort zone on a late Sunday afternoon.
sitting under a tree is as good a home as any when you don’t have one.
Negotiating boundaries Is so much easier when you create your own.
This space Is easily defined by the shade: a mottled shapeshifter that is growing ever larger to be all encompassing with the brief passing of a cloud.
I have no walls to call my own no door to close no window to look out of…
There are no walls.
All and nothing changes as the black cockatoos become shadows with a lone singer by the bell tower
who stops time for just a moment.