Dark Pretense Paintings
Monday, November 21, 2011
The Widow Maker
This huge tree blew over the trail I walk nearly every day. I would run under it as fast as I could, imagining that something would cause the tree to fall at the very moment I passed under.
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This huge tree blew over the trail I walk nearly every day. I would run under it as fast as I could, imagining that something would cause the tree to fall at the very moment I passed under.
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