. hopping .

. hopping .

went yesterday, there were floods by the cob,

seems the sheep were safe. quiet in the stores,

people still stuiffed, including me, aren’t

we lucky, fortunate in our lot. saw the lad from

the theatre, had a hug.

the next store, just round the corner

sparrows outside bathing in puddles.

bought our sticks, some ribbon of course


another installation?

I like hopping, it is a gift.

family language.


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