keith trice:
bombs on a short fuse
keith trice:
"good morning, sun."
keith trice:
good morning
keith trice:
broken bells
keith trice:
colonies
keith trice:
captured.
keith trice:
it's that time again.
keith trice:
bottles
keith trice:
bottles
keith trice:
and more bottles
keith trice:
three kings
keith trice:
a crescent crown
keith trice:
a morning swim
keith trice:
tall grass
keith trice:
color in harmony.
keith trice:
cow
keith trice:
oriole
keith trice:
and how will i know limits from lies...
keith trice:
tree and sun
keith trice:
trapped
keith trice:
reaching for the sky
