Friday, June 8, 1973

Pictures of Clouds


Everyone left because they were tired of death. They believed me to be dead so they left me behind. Now I’m alone in this forest. I didn’t know what else to do, so I sat on my back and took pictures of clouds with my eyes.

Above me the Trees looked like they were as Tall as Men (or maybe they looked like Men as Tall as Trees).

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