A Fly can't bird, but a Bird can fly.
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Looking for inspiration in the least expected places and situations.
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What is it about returning, when you never felt like you left?
This Monday is grey, and I only want candy.
Backwards feels just right, but backwards means forward inside my head.
There is no going back, but the days don’t feel like letting me go. Is it me holding on? Or, are those hours grabbing on?
Feet craving motion where the head used to sit still, but all while moving.
The home has expanded, and these walls have turned into a grave.
Minute, constricting, crashing in…
Where is the next stop?

5:15 AM… Alarm goes off.
Shut up, don’t go, I want to get up but let me snore
Grab all we have, how much we’ve packed!
Drive fast, drive slow
I’m wide awake, let’s cross this state!
Take us somewhere, take us North
Till Monticello we made it today
The house is old, the town is small
The wooden floors, Pat at the door
“Come in through the front door!”
Blue room, like powder from a while ago
If that fireplace worked there is nothing I would burn
Capital city, blueberry fields
Magnolia tree, and we eat underneath
And this was just day 1.
From Miami Beach, to Mount Rushmore and back. Click here to support this adventure / artistic project: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jojapiposa/the-road-less-travelled-an-artistic-adventure-in-t
Instagram recap from day 1.
We drove through a virtual wall of kamikaze mosquitoes, we ate without forks, we stepped down in style, we doodled on a leaf, and we saw the retro modern look that birds around here like.
Support The Road Less Traveled here so we can get to Mount Rushmore in one piece: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jojapiposa/the-road-less-travelled-an-artistic-adventure-in-t
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