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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, January 13, 2009

he calls you love


she. has he always called you love

i. no just recently

she. if you do not mind me saying it, but there seems to be anger behind it

i. oh, i suppose there is

i. (is quiet)

she. i' am sorry have i upset you.

i. no, no i am glad of your honesty

i. (thinking) he asked me what i missed most of the affair
and i said "he used to call me love" perhaps it is his way of
working through it, i am glad for it, yes i think i am.. for now
every-time he says it i cringe and that will surely erase any longing to
hear it spoken by anyone......

she. but i have upset you

i. no not all, in fact i am glad of it, it has helped me
shall we go get something sweet...

5 comments:

corine said...

You give me goosebumps.

Claire said...

this is bare naked with truth. i can sense it.

Joetta said...

wow. that is the only word i can come up with. Just wow.

Michael Moran said...

Youareagreatphotographer

Georgia B. said...

i long to know where this comes from, because so much of it rings familiarity with me.

i am intrigued by your thoughts and words. i wonder if they are just writing or part of you. i sense the latter. but i do not want to pry.

i just appreciate you putting it out there. with your photos, this is all so beautiful and full of emotion. i really like One Silent Winter more every day.