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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..

Thursday, January 24, 2008

The Story "Emma and Harold"

dearest harold,

I want to thank you for the lovely walk today, It was everything I have thought about from the
the snow crisp air, historic trees, every sound and detail..it was as if we had found a picture and
recreated it... naive to the fact that it was us all along. Today felt like who we would be if life
stood still from history, your a gentle man and you make me feel classic and lady like.


Emma gets up and walks to the window, she puts her hand to the glass it is cold but she keeps
it there. She is happier than she has been and it frightens her " Oh Emma don't be silly" she says to herself
as she moves her hand away from the window, Emma rushes back to her desk and stares at the handkerchief
that she had taken from Harold that day at the river, she grabs it quickly and opens the drawer and puts
the handkerchief inside "Silly that is what you are" she says to herself once more.

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