“Wild and wooly” the term used by surfers when expressing oceanic conditions.
For me it is the state of affairs when I see your hair, a lush black mane peppered with streaks of gray going white. Convoluted at the root, springing haphazardly aware of its surrounding at all times, reflecting the architect that you are. I often wonder how long it actually is since the coiled nature tightly taut never seems to grow. Its origins thicken, striking a buoyancy that parrots your walk. A subterranean layer peeking out, projecting a weathervane-like form predicting inclement conditions days before the storm lands.
die Eulenflucht - Foreground dark speckled with lights from neighbour's windows foreshadowing stars about to twinkle in the deep blue background The sky is blue. The blue of...
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