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Story Of The Footloose

Story Of The Footloose

In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.

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Loss

Dear Friend of my Heart, We were so deeply immersed in a callous darkness, drawing feeble lines of colors we…

letter, life, loss, meaning, nature, photography, purpose, story, writing

When I Grow up

Dear Friend of my Heart, I saw a middle-aged man sit beside a sapling and speak to it of everything…

ambition, education, letter, nature, photography, reptile, story, writing

Conversation

Dear Friend of my Heart, Sometimes someone you’ve never met before looks at you from across the room and comes…

beauty, conversation, inspiration, letter, lyric, music, photography, song, stranger

The Gravity of a Dream

Dear Friend of my Heart, As you wander these unpaved paths, soaked to the bones in the ethereal rain of…

letter, love, mother, motherhood, nature, photography, poem, poetry, story

Photography: Aren’t we forgetting something?

Dear Friend of my Heart, Do you still have a sense of wonder for photographs? The capturing of a moment…

aura, camera, letter, light, meaning, photograph, photography

Treasures, Wings and the Moon

Dear Friend of my Heart, I was going through some old pieces of writing earlier and something peculiar and amusing…

absurd, flying, full moon, letter, Moon, myth, photography, story, writing

shadows: a verse meets a verse

Dear Friend of my Heart, It is the most delightful occurrence, in the most daringly playful of my opinions, when a…

beauty, letter, photography, poetry, romance, shadow, writing

Slow Life

Dear friend of my heart, Tonight sleep is a fidgety butterfly… as I listen to some soft notes wafting dreamily…

awareness, beauty, letter, macro, nature, photography, series

A Carefree Composition

Dear friend of my heart, I do not understand why anyone would give up the heaven and hell of deep…

emotion, feeling, letter, magic, night, nightsky, photography, romantic, writing

Dying Star

The dying star bled dismally as we floated around it. If one were to trace our path , the lines…

art, dark, death, night, nomad, poetry, reflection, star, writing

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