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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