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I sometimes feel as I imagine a woman feels…
…not preoccupied with control, but rather a lack thereof.
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A desire to relinquish the steadfast guard of one’s self,
and simply be lead away by the hand.
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To stroll through enchanted avenues and boardwalks,
somewhere within the mist of the pre-dawn dark..
This made me think of your previous entry. I’m a big fan of crooked photography.
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Beautiful picture…
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