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- what time is it? i havent eaten,im dirty, im not e...
- none of these clocks have the time
- we need film
- realizing what you have
- this is how it feels; this is how it feels
- it is not the week i feel when i wake
- waking as i awaken
- *family
- we eat figs for breakfast
- around the garden
- at last i meet the friend i have always had
- college growth to model life
- the ties that keep when all else seems to wash away
- after all the image-ination-s i became
- he waters the garden at sunset
- a place where you learn to learn
- the brighter faces of crawford community garden
- "so are you taking pictures of the gardens?"
- in the soil
- caught in setting sun
- captivated as i began without the ability to turn;...
- in dreams as in life
- (reach out)
- on the fourth in a financial way
- as we are
- developments of a different manner
- asteraceae membrania opaca
- +ready
- doing things
- portrai-tions at a week glance
- gardens once grey
- *sum mer
- today; the day has arrived
- the inspiration that creates the moment
- there's more emotionality in it
- transitions of now
- crossing the sound for a few more tunes in summer ...
- and then we can make cookies
- a thing we love and do
- sure i will go
- a nightly pouring of philism
- twenty two oh six as of the twenty four th of the ...
- and we can take a train to harlem
- bit on bit by bit in a bit
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