Typhoons, earthquakes...but sometimes it's dead calm; like this vista over Lake Biwa. The wonderful pinky, golden haze of the evening.
tarmac
tarmak is empty space between here and there- between the airport and the plane- between here and the other side of the road- space for travelling- you can write on it...chalk is better than paint cos' it's always fresh
10/20/2004
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