September 7th 2014

Sometimes I find myself in another time.

washed and imbued in a pastoral state.

Grass and lakes spread out like they protect us.

Dirt, caked on jeans, or faded white shirts.

Because its okay to be dirty here.

Its okay to laugh or notice crickets or fireflies or shadows

and swing tin cans of harsh flame … and we laugh at that too.

—Cam Ie



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