Soft Edges
For my part, I do not want life to be tack sharp. The mystery and beauty and wonders of life are often found in the blurred, soft edges and undefined…
Wherein I try my hand at assembling words to represent my thoughts. Inspired by my images or inspiration for the images or completely unrelated to the image at all. A s’mores ag board, if you will.
I’m not a licensed wordsmith.
It will be awkward for everyone.
Memory
How easy it is to forget that a memory exists only in the past. I must keep my wits about me, keep ever at the forefront of my consciousness that…
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