But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

Sometimes the best view of the sky can be found by looking down on the ground. Here is a puddle on a patch of ground at the bottom of Elizabeth Street.

Here is a little poem about power.

Doing Stuff

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