Wednesday, August 19, 2009


































Up here in Maine these places where rocks appear to push through asphalt are called heaves, a word I suspect finds more uses in winter in relation to the unabashed swelling of ice. As far as I know, ant hills are still called ant hills and crows are black as ever. I wonder what advantages their darkness gives them, if there's more to it than absorbing maximum warmth.

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