Monday, May 25, 2009

More Pictures, More Prompts

The way dry dirt sucks water

The next part of this involves the sound of boots

We were five miles out when Jones threw away the oars

Small budget, Big hearts

Nothing ever happens twice, it just looks that way

The camera that saw people

What I mean is NO.

A Sparrow freezing to death

It's a cold evening, fishermen unbuckle their boats

I think of Porthcawl

Chairs, Table, China, Knives

A child looking from a train

You might hear who you are from a stranger

It's hard waiting for the potatoes

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