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Nov 18, 2012
If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain egdes and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
Nov 17, 2012
There is a time of the year in New York when.. even before the first leafs falls… You can feel the seasons CLICK. The air is crisp, the summer ir gone. And for the first night in a long time, You need a blanket on your bed.
Nov 17, 2012
Words kill, words give life. They are either poison or fruit - You choose.
Apr 3, 2012
think different. is almost spring.
Apr 1, 2012
True love brings up everything - you’re allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.
Apr 1, 2012
Sunday morning.
Apr 1, 2012
Art does not exist only to entertain, but also to challenge one to think, to provoke, even to disturb, in a constant search for truth. - Barbra Streisand
Jan 12, 2012
Anything is possible. it is. love.
Jan 8, 2012
A wild peculiar joy.
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