Madrid is Melancholy

Madrid is Melancholy
A Spaceship on Rocky Ground

Sunday, September 26

Bombing the Hill at Stub Stewart

I feel the flying insects in the air when my hand skims the breeze.

This tells me the birds are coming from above, shooting along downdrafts, and will soon flutter and flap around my head.

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