the glasto mud rhino.
a melancholy beast indeed. crumpled, bowed, half-collapsed, defeated, heavy head supported on a bale of straw, but still ( inevitably I needs must romanticise - rhino à rhino?) maintaining, despite all, an air of stoic, silent, ridiculous dignity.
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
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