You can find me in the alligator sky.
There's not enough sound!
You're my precious song.
Have a seat. Watch the rice. Feel your loss fade.
This little fella posed for me one August afternoon. He looks like he's been through the wars, but he was still flying here and there.
I'm sure this fellow was meant to be forbidding, but the grin makes me laugh.
It's the breakdown.
We'll always keep going.
It is as unchanging as we are.
The day we parted still remains, a stain on my soul. But we'll be reunited soon.