Yesterday we went out in the woods with my photography group. There was a wood cabin with many pictures stuck on the walls and dusty skylights with cobwebs and butterfly stickers.
There were also t
rees (being a wood),
a lonesome guitarist and runners.
Later in the pub I wanted to get a photo of me looking like a black and white poet, but didn't quite happen.
Later still we sat in the garden with an oil light, "drinking and (never) thinking of tomorrow".
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