Tabula
Originally Uploaded here by stchuck
Late at night sitting staring at direct light information. A habit: the time, not the screen. A bad habit, especially with a return to routine in the wings. But I stayed up late last night, clearing the fields that I'd let grow to conceal just how many people there were in the swaying grass. But still, when I close my eyes, it is not the haunting beauty of eyes that play on the back of my lids but the satisfying gleam of snow or the moves of a chess piece...
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