Whip grief under
Blue horse thief:
Broken
Spirit
He who ran with
Swift green winds
Sauntered thighs
Leather scratched
No shame
No guilt
We waltz
Alone
Compassion craze
Not for me
You will suffer
You stole my horse
You coward.
from Trellis, a work progress
Stephen Vincent
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
Where currently there are some fresh, new big haptics:
Fort Funston, Domest, and one in response to John O'Keefe's
performance rendition of Walt Whitman's Song of Myself.
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