5/26/13 a penny drops on the floor outside the leaves are still each sound has an outline the trees stare upward every offer having been made the hand does many things the arm's crook does one one of us at a time passes another a game that you can play too and at the end say I was caught the stacks of lines mortared by the long strokes of the pen: this book like all books is made by hand as shadows are made deeper by other shadows