Richard Baxter S:
The horizon moves with you, therefore it is part of you.
Richard Baxter S:
council
Richard Baxter S:
I question
Richard Baxter S:
locust plague
Richard Baxter S:
thoughtless twilight
Richard Baxter S:
the way that can be spoken of
Richard Baxter S:
Diasy Field
Richard Baxter S:
Buddha
Richard Baxter S:
star heat
Richard Baxter S:
born with nothing
Richard Baxter S:
echo
Richard Baxter S:
fashion victim
Richard Baxter S:
voice
Richard Baxter S:
embryonic awareness
Richard Baxter S:
summer holiday
Richard Baxter S:
breakfast cat
Richard Baxter S:
when galaxies rise out of the earth
Richard Baxter S:
laden bee and artichoke flower
Richard Baxter S:
if I were this small male spider,
Richard Baxter S:
my trip down took 4 hours
Richard Baxter S:
everything you desire
Richard Baxter S:
Can two things ever be the same?
Richard Baxter S:
God had the whim to know itself
Richard Baxter S:
without instruction
Richard Baxter S:
aperture
Richard Baxter S:
organic ufo
