The beevs like to chomp on wood.
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This. In ‘73 I’d flare my ‘65 Corvair Corsa down I-40 from Tijeras to San Mateo Mobil where I jockeyed the after school nightshift. Six banners, spotlit. I felt like Bellerophon. Never did find that Chimera, though. Pegasus, he is beyond mortal, and still springs on Helicon, at the eastern pylon. Me, not so much.The…
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This. In ‘73 I’d flare my ‘65 Corvair Corsa down I-25 from Tijeras to San Mateo Mobil where I jockeyed the after school nightshift. Six banners, spotlit. I felt like Bellerophon. Never did find that Chimera, though. Pegasus, he is beyond mortal, and still springs on Helicon, at the eastern pylon. Me, not so much.
Bet you are one suave doggie.
With canned ham bumpers. Or plastic milk jugs a la Torch /Tracy.
Whole lotta that. But then, sunken cost!
‘Dreams don’t die. People stop dreaming.’
No can buy. Not enough rust.
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Yes, for image quality. But it is your graceful composition that makes the shot. That’s on you. Elegant flair.
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Stay all Frosty! @ Colorado.
“Freedom is poor and laborious; that torch is not safe but hungry,