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I write, because I lose myself and the world around me when I don’t. It feels like creation. Like evidence that I’m still here and there is time.
Enough
I decide a photo is enough
Says it all really
I love this dog
This bite to the air
And Now, A Word from Java
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A body in motion
will remain in motion
until it is no longer in motion
Cocooned
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Here’s to a worry-free, happy day…thanks for the early-morn inspiration.