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A “Bad Language is Degrading” sign on a steam roller in Pontardawe by LlGC ~ NLW on Flickr.

Look at the photo. Consider what has has just happened here, or what is about to happen here. Who has been here? Who will come here and and what will they do? What kinds of interactions can you imagine? Write one leaf about these or other things that occur to you upon looking at the picture. Do not allow yourself to be limited by what you see. Go.

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“You gotta be shittin’ me.”
“For fuck’s sake, Henry. You stole this goddamn sign?”
Henry laughed. “Fuck yes I stole that shitty sign.”
Oglethorpe threw his hands up in the air, like he just didn’t care, along with a great, “Fuck!”
“No,” Henry said. “Fuck you.”
“No, we’re all fucked because of you,” Michel spit. He said it with his fingers and his nails and the shirt pocket of Henry’s overalls. “Because you stole, and those goddamn nuns will know it was us.”
“They won’t know.”
“They always fucking know.”
“They won’t know!” Henry was yelling. “They won’t know unless some asshole takes a fucking picture!”

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Write one leaf beginning with this photo from the National Archives.

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Big Pete spit. The sand drank it. It drank his spit. It drank his sweat. It drank his blood. 

He spit and pulled from his shoulder an invader’s stinger. Its tip was wet, wetter than the sand, wetter than the hole and the shining light that went from chest to back. He unclipped the PockDoc and sprayed theinside of the hole and both of its ends.

Big Pete bit his tongue and ground his teeth. The gun needed his hand. It was empty and he fixed that problem. 

Big Pete looked upwards, towards the sky and beyond. Beyond and lower. Lower through the atmosphere and down towards the ground. The invaders approached. Big Pete took aim and met the oncoming storm.

[Bad sci-fi, but on purpose!]

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Write one leaf using this photo as a springboard.

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Between his college years, Thor took time to himself. He did not party. He still drank, but in moderation. He stayed away from his brothers, save Baldur. 

Thor explored the continent. He volunteered at a co-op and worked shared farmland and a community garden. He spent time at an animal shelter and rehabilitation clinic.

It was easily the happiest moments of his life.

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Write one leaf in which you caption, describe, begin a story, write a poem, or otherwise move your hands in a fashion that resembles writing with the above photo as a springboard.

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Mrs. Jacob Stooksbury was a major contributor to the field of vampirology in its infancy. Many of our first and earliest records of vampires in modern times is directly sourced and owed credit to her.

In this slide, Mrs. Stooksbury has recorded a very rare moment of home life. The Loyston clan, of Tennessee, Kentucky, West Virginia and other locations along central region of the Appalachian Trail, is seen here with their numbers grown by two. Here, Grandmatron Loyston sits next to the newly-turned Ezekiel, while the Twins (ages 20) coo with Mary-Margaret. The Twins, Jake and Elwood, are long-bloods and are now ruling along the Southeast as heads of the Blood Council.

How the footage was obtained is unknown. It is believed that Mrs. Stooksbury made an agreement with Clan, an apparent trade, but what is a mystery. A blood-trade is highly risky and a kin-trade can too long of a game for many newly-settled growing, and hungry, families. It is rumored that Stooksbury may have scouted for the clan, finding forsaken and isolated homes and families for feeding, housing, or breeding.

Blurry cellphone pictures of the trip so far. It is fun!

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Woodstock.

The Esopus River Valley is brilliant and confused with itself.

Tibetan and Zen monasteries built on former Church grounds. Old blooded, long-settled folks of the Catskills on one end of the highway; Neo- and re-settled hippies on the other. Reiki and astrology readers down the way from a guy who will rent you a canoe off the back of his truck for the afternoon (cash only).

Last Memorial Day, I read the storefronts (yoga, tie-dye t-shirt shop, yoga, glass art, painted art, yoga) from the covered deck of a restaurant sitting next to a biker gang. I knew they were a biker gang because they were talking about how they were in a biker gang together. Audra & I were talking about our sandwiches and how we should contact that Zen monastery we passed all those times (because I got lost).

There is Woodstock, NY and there is the site of the Woodstock festival. Woodstock, NY is off the NY State Throughway, past the Kingston exit. The site of the concert is in Bethel, NY, on the Delaware River. They are not near each other at all and bear  no resemblance to one another, save the name.