Landscape November 24, 2014 3:58:20 PM – 4:01:27 PM

I have written you a map. I sat alone in the sun.

Who was it that wrote:

The mad sky. There was something that opened up. The trees. It is always this slow gaze. The trees. The trees. The trees. The trees. The trees. The trees.

The trees. The trees. The trees. The trees.

The trees. The trees. The trees. The trees. The trees.

The trees. The trees. The trees. The trees.