A tiny post-impressionist faces a massive world
Sometimes, when it comes to arms, splayed is the only choice
Sometimes a giant dog is just a giant dog
A desert is shy with its water
An ocean is more like a desert than a rain forest
Trees are not lungs
If you look at the Earth from space you'd see something special, depending on where you were looking
Even if it was just a bunch of clouds
High altitude lightning that never reaches the ground is the loneliest number
Your pretty light show is its recognition that there will be no rest tonight
These maritime scenes, poker games, jailhouse tattoos
Mounting losses, sore winners, gaps upon gaps
The clouds roll in and we roll out
Somewhere there is a downed powerline
And a home owner is fumbling for the phone on the kitchen wall
Location:Melvin Dr,Baltimore,United States
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