Walldo

It was always comforting looking out from the inside.

The Wall protects, the Wall hides. He could just stay here and talk to trees Lavender, Sprite and Poetry again, project his many photographs into their double souled brains (Poetry being the most receptive). But usually he just took the plunge and manifested on one side or the other. Too many photos yet to be taken! Shall it be California to the west or Nevada to the east tonight? he ponders, continuing to pivot back and forth between the two directions. Once out, there was no easy way back in.  And it was risky moving between “states” through heavily trafficked holes in the wall.

PLUNGE.

Nevada it is tonight.

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