Sunday, July 08, 2007


Oak, originally uploaded by Manolos in Space.

Alone you stand under the western sun.
Naked, thirsty.
Even the windmill has left you behind.
Green carpet at your feet burns to a golden hue.
Ocean waves crash against shores just out of sight.
Do you hear them?
Do you long to get your feet wet again?


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