Often while traveling with a camera we arrive just as the sun slips over the horizon of a moment, too late to expose film, only time enough to expose our hearts. ~Minor White
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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her beauty is eternal everything she touches turns gold the ground she stands on has been there before her and will be stepped on long after she is gone her words feel old but their meanings are modern eyes of ocean blue and breasts of a virgin she is timeless
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