Across cold field, under cloud omen sky – we walked. The Hum above us was path carving the sky, urging us to harrow highway on ground below. Of course, land-owners saw us as problem, as plague. – Tattoo Labyrinth Dave, 1980 #WyrdWanderings https://t.co/y4M2Luwa73
Across cold field, under cloud omen sky – we walked. The Hum above us was path carving the sky, urging us to harrow highway on ground below. Of course, land-owners saw us as problem, as plague. – Tattoo Labyrinth Dave, 1980 #WyrdWanderings pic.twitter.com/y4M2Luwa73
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) January 2, 2021