The Green school gardener stood back in the green shirt waiting to get to work.
Bat caves are amazing. Vibrating and chaotic. This one was filled with whirring fruit bats, all huddled together
"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..." - Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 1
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