Green

 

 

 

 

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..

 

 

 

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This made me think of your previous entry. I’m a big fan of crooked photography.

Beautiful picture…