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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, October 30, 2007

Forget what they say

A few weeks ago I heard a dying man say the following
to his baby daughter

Forget everything a man says to you, every single thing
for get what he says, what he tells you, what he promises

Just look at what he does -

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

sometimes i think about how- not even one afternoon was spent in all these months- i think
how if you really where for real- you would have spent a morning with me on my birthday-I mean really how busy are you?