Tuesday 10 July 2012

Arzier

Skies grey listening to the sound of California. X amount of metres above sea level, On the bank of a mile wide lake. Sausages chase sparrows with no hope of catching them. Two hares battle in bronze while the air clears it self from smoke. As the sounds of the west coast fade, the clouds above open dripping then pouring. Filling the imminent silence.

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