prompt 2
As my gaze falls down on photo fourteen. I am reminded of a youthful time. My arm around my love. My thoughts bogged down in mortal mud. Space pressed in by rocks around. Our time so brief. Our bones so brittle. We the dust of time.
posted by Ben Loftin @ 9:33 PM
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You known Ben, you don't Blog too much. How are your Colorado friends supposed to keep track of you?
CSC Biznatch!
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