cobwebs in an old truck…

cobwebs in an old truck...

‘cobwebs shift through an aging cab like falling gossamer wings with dust… rusting air chokes moving parts and fingers on a rearview, radio tuned into deceased tubes and wires, gears frozen.’ Çross §titching of the §oul®© 2013. Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread® © 2013

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