Music, music video, photos, stories, and whatever else move me.
She suspected a knowledge just outside her reach.
This will make you stronger.
Earlier, during the light, she noticed the contrasts in her view. She saw different shapes and hues. With no word for what she would later call a tree, she failed to recognize them as all the same thing. In her mind, a tall, green tree and a wide brown tree looked too different to carry the same name. And it would be much longer still before she learned to call one Fir and the other Oak.
Me. Not me. Other.
blues, post-punk, post genre, post it note poetry, whatever, and more. View more posts
The Good, the bad, and the music.
A man can’t remember the last time he saw another human.
I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up.
56 Days to Fitness
Keep Moving!
Post Genre - Not Necessarily Da Blues - Folkpunk
Craft Beer, Live Music, Outdoor Activities, and the Pursuit of Happiness!
Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
Written by Katrina Cain
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