We Team Powah went to shoot our location scene today at Chicken Island. Even though inside there it was less accessible than weeks ago due to the rain, with our amazing physicality the sticky mud, quicksands, and earthquakes didn't stand a chance.
Flower after flower is specked on the depths of green. The petals are harlequins. Stalks rise from the black hollows underneath. The flowers swim like fish made of light upon the dark green waters. The roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lad and silver.
I will go to the beech wood alone...I will take my anguish and lay it upon the roots under the beech trees. I will examine it and take it between my fingers. I shall eat nuts and peer for eggs through the brambles and I shall sleep under hedges and drink water from ditches and die there.
Oh...I shouldn't have let school policies exist!
posting for wednesday, march 4th
LASZLONEWELL, said-a I'd buy the flowers myself.
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