“Be in this world as if you are a traveler, a passerby, with your clothes and shoes full of dust. Sometimes you sit under the shade of a tree, sometimes you walk in the desert. Be always a passerby, for this is not home.”
The city is quiet
all who can have fled
to camp or cottage
to beach and to water.
Still we remain.
(file under not-robot barcode art)
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