1376.

The ground is covered
in petals and stalks. Fragile
beauty in progress.

1375.

The night draws too long
on the previous day's hold.
An inverted will.

1374.

A day cast to flags,
fireworks, and food. This is
such America.

1373.

The stifling movement
of the world's built friction let
out to play today.

1372.

Oh sweet internet,
letting us troglodytes out
to play at human.

1371.

Finger paints mar the
cusp of beauty in divine
parts ineptitude.

1370.

The world as run by
its predators. Always out
hunting destruction.