From Summer 2012

Location

crashing and bashing
illegally found, stolen, and lost
all in one single, setted day
remaining remainders remind us of research
re-inventing, re-intended to re-bring us all back home
stepping on the sand near the single setting sun
breaking from the bottom to reveal belief of top
top o’ th’ mornin’, top o’ th’ sky
clouds and butterflys flutter-flutter by

please open the shutter for your prize.

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