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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

makeup


I arrive..I do not see you ...I try not to cry, but the tears fall and mix with the rain
I turn around and there you are.
I look up .....and you say "are you wearing make up..
I say yes knowing that the mascara has run down my face
You pull the folded napkin and wipe my face so gently..I start to laugh...then I kiss
you wrist as you are wiping the last traces of my makeup.
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