crawl under the fence:
this field is where my dad found
corn roots in a skull.
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3 comments:
what type of skull? bovine? human?
nope. seal.
I like the image of corn roots in a skull . . . the inevitable progression of Nature . . . death to new life. A good one here DS.
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