
this is not jazz... not jazz at all.

yes... i simply call them chairs.

cold steel and warm wood.

please, crucify me.

coffee shop pillars.

against my light.

bench... a very sandy bench.

an aged tree stump.

now what the hell is this?!

a serene rice field in dalupirip.

still in dalupirip, an old church.
that's it for now amigos. i'm out.
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