Spiral out, keep going.

I need some birch bark

Pound Cake

Pound Cake

The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus … Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Fleetwood Mac - Little lies
Christine…what a voice

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Linville Falls

Linville Falls

Napping on the wood stove.

Napping on the wood stove.

I make no apology for being a TOOL fanatic.

I make no apology for being a TOOL fanatic.