Post Vision
Posted at 2021-05-10
Posted at 2021-05-10
Artemisia introduced me to hunting the forest needed evolution we dreamed of the pyramidion that night but we did not know what it was like the smell of myrtle we called it with a knowing smile and the Rosemary was ecstasy of reproduction ... but a noise like deejgeridooo hit the ground ... I moved eastward leaves crackled behind me they weren't butterflies or crows