I was a closet racist but I am not any more. I love our new world of every color.
before, I just didn’t know.
I was in a pretty funky condition when they found me out 8n the woods.
after that everything is a blur. Even today.
This is what preoccupied me in the woods. Some kind of basic pattern in life with 3’s n 4’s n 12’s. At least, I studied that as I contemplated how many light years it would take to get home.
well I did.
here I am.
the spring runs through the “conservatory.” Its such a beautiful home for them.
Un.Bon.Mot 