lettersfromabasket.

the little lion
sat in a wicker basket
for a dozen years.

there he sat and watched
from his watchtower,
his safe wicker perch.

he could see the curve,
leaves and salt from east to west,
depth, from north to south.

rw&b.

nothing is quite as american as apple pie; that is, nothing except for freedom.

transparency2.

if you could send out a message to a large group of people. wat would you say?