Sun Clouds
Sun clouds are the clouds with really big heads that stretch all the way across the sky. Like that one. That's a sun cloud. And they look really far away. They make Sun Castles.
The Castle Across the Street (a.k.a. The Sun Castle)
What are they building over there, sister?
They're digging up the dirt to build a castle. For the sun clouds to live in.
You were already there. You liked it.
I was there. I really liked it.
I'm going back to stay.
Sun Birds
Sun birds are birds of fire.
They make sun clouds.
Robot in the Tree
His name is Incharges. He's starwars and sticks, so don't touch that tree.
And he'll come and be incharges.
He's coming!! It's the torches, quick!! Shoot him! Shoot him!
...I shot him.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Three Crosses
There's something beautiful about this place.It's old, it's dirty, it's full of things that other sensible people would throw away
20 years ago.
But that's what gives it an air of magic.
An undeniable feeling of home and wonder even if it's your first time setting foot here.
Always something to discover, hidden under the tall, dry grass and the long, crawling vines and the fine desert sand.
Project left unfinished, waiting for the next pair of willing hands.
Life waiting to come back, to defy modern asthetics.
The people, the trucks, the rusted old bikes, the chicken coop,
fresh trees twisting through the brown dirt,
wooden doors splintering aginst the flaking paint.
It's home.
It's perfect.
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