Elk
if i could smell what you smell
be led by scent
down capricious highways
intrepid
forlorn
ALIVE
Archives for June 2014
10 часов — Ten Hours
It takes ten hours to get desperately lost in Olshanka woods, and find yourself again.
Lose your grandmother where the chanterelle inlaid trail weaves among blueberry fields.
Let the marsh have your boot.
Sob, wail, whimper. Say farewell to your life of 14 years.