Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Half way

To come part way up, I'm still shocked at how my foolish can be used.  At every turn I beat head on bricks and then the walls built from them... Or walls and then the bricks they are built with...
You see!  Even there, this providence fills out.  What I'm not quite finding is this turn. This left one, because we can't be right. 

Right?

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