A photograph is the capture of an ephemeral atmosphere, magical memory, always meaningful, if you know how to look, how to watch. That's what I'm after. I don't care about prettiness, just about feeling.
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There is a presence in the wood which rises as I step, the wind which speaks in the flowers. It is the voice of my Lover, who dwells in every instant, who glows in each mote of the sunlight. He speaks to me in disguises, in spirits of trees and birds, and though he knows I will forget, He makes an audacious promise: "I will always be with you."
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There is a presence in the wood
which rises as I step,
the wind which speaks in the flowers.
It is the voice of my Lover,
who dwells in every instant,
who glows in each mote of the sunlight.
He speaks to me in disguises, in spirits of trees and birds,
and though he knows I will forget,
He makes an audacious promise:
"I will always be with you."
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