*Silence Intensifies*

I, I — I just … I just don’t even know any more.

Flip flop sandals made of grass. An ever-present reminder of the current drought, and of man’s capacity for cruelty. Grown in Venice Beach.

Published by Thomas Guy

Everybody dance. Everybody dance, now.

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