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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, December 18, 2007


The streets had now become
large skating rings, people were
walking delicately- gliding

Snow hardened quickly
like glass, it was shiny.

She new how to dress and how
to keep warm, she was canadian after all.

But she had dreamt the night before that
she was walking in the middle of all the snowflakes
when she spotted a lamppost that had fallen into the snow
but the light was still flickering- It made her
cry and think of quebec and the alley ways that made
her feel alive.. when she woke up she wondered how much
of all of this did she misunderstand- they were words after all
- simple enough, she had misunderstood

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