The best thing about taking the bus home at 1:30 am
was seeing the man with the grey afro.
It reminded me of the brittle grey-green lichen caribou eat.
I wanted to touch his hair but I didn't.
The best thing about taking the bus home at 1:30 am
was seeing the man with the grey afro.
It reminded me of the brittle grey-green lichen caribou eat.
I wanted to touch his hair but I didn't.
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Nov 9, 2014, 7:08:03 AM
Kirsten Murphy - JP! I have been thinking of you. Delighted to see you checked out the blog. This is your kinda town. With your kinda hair. Heard about the snow in YK. Hope things are going well in the sign and design world.
JT,
I do listen to the inner voice. Just sometimes it is harder to hear than others - as in Cuba 2002.
Nov 9, 2014, 7:07:52 AM
Kirsten Murphy - JP! I have been thinking of you. Delighted to see you checked out the blog. This is your kinda town. With your kinda hair. Heard about the snow in YK. Hope things are going well in the sign and design world.
JT,
I do listen to the inner voice. Just sometimes it is harder to hear than others - as in Cuba 2002.
Nov 8, 2014, 9:08:16 AM
Pacey - I wanna touch it too!
Nov 7, 2014, 1:39:02 PM
Jacqui Thomas - Good to know, from time to time, you still listen to that wise inner voice of yours ...
Ahhh, brittle grey-green lichen ... nice.