"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

11 January 2011

Stubble.


Gray and chalky
Like my granddaddy's skin,
The sky was cold and lonely
And closin' in
All the trees look
Like stubble
On winter's chin
And I think
I'll ride my pony

- John Hiatt from Ride My Pony

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