Ashi Words

what the birds write is not always what they twitter weblogs chatter

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a comment at Magyar’s post 

carefully one pawn after the other my German Shepherd puppy takes the world a champion one day I’m sure

the world seems empty quiet and without wind only streetlamp and I take steps in the vacuum autumn evening

prayer flags beside blue flowers of trust the world will see another sunrise mankind? maybe

It’s not really the sun it’s not waves against the beach it’s not the bus drivers complaining it’s the tremor of my hotel room that’s worries me