"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Seeds for the new year
Not exactly feathered, but the Mohawk fringe is close enough. For without hope, what are we? Nihilists -- but that’s another post. (I’ve always been partial to redheads.)
Not exactly feathered, but the Mohawk fringe is close enough. For without hope, what are we? Nihilists -- but that’s another post. 
(I’ve always been partial to redheads.)
1 comment:
Those would make good little lions heads. Happy New Year, Rose of Sharon!
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