foto friday

by Graham


What would you do to get a head? (image: Cody Cobb)


Anne get your gun.


Man delights in this labor in the middle of the task or at the end, but almost never at the start.


And she wished for wings. But not to fly away.


At the top he begins to feel the unrest of stillness.


Many forget that the birds also swim and dive and surf.


I live to sleep.

And what wings will serve you underwater?


The ghosts of always haunt the now.


Surf it, brah.


Do I know you well enough?




Protect anonymity.


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