feed on the ground, head in the clouds

dreams about sick cows. and long winding country roads. and back seats of cars. and college classes with naps in between. and writing for a newspaper.

i did a little pushing ... a stirring of elements to see what would happen, i think.

and now they sift and they settle and everything is still here and solid and real.

feet on the ground, head in the clouds.

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