Acacia

A window full of sky full of clouds. Workers disembowel the street and the city’s intestines of concrete, metal and plastic are laid bare. A friend says: “Oh, that’s an acacia tree” and points.

exactly
the same
age

me
and
my shadow

– Johannes S. H. Bjerg

Acacia

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