The Final Sunday - Day Walking |
Remains - Distant Art and Heading back to Gigsville |
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Spetember 1st
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The man had burned and somewhere in the afternoon Danger and I headed out to see what was left. There was remarkably little. I wanted to spend some time at the Temple before it burned and by this time each corner was filled with tributes, letters of regret and gratitude and offerings soon to be lost to the fire. We then road out to the trash fence and it was there that we found what was some of my favorite art...nameley that pyramid wind pipe thingie We then headed back to Gigsville for our annual Sunday night Potluck |
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