Sunday, August 10, 2025

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Horned toad and young.

"I was working on the end of my book. I looked up because I saw a flash across the window, something shooting at me, copper red & bright green. But it wasn't a stray bullet. It was a hummingbird. At that moment, I decided to lay down my pen." —Werner Herzog, EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF AND GOD AGAINST ALL via @mdbell79.bsky.social

A Pilgrim's Path.

"every night the same
a crow cawing
clearing cobwebs
watching me"

—@poemexe.com

DITTO.

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