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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..

Monday, March 30, 2009


somtimes i lay on my bed and stretch as if i am trying to reach for something but there is nothing there except the wall of my imagination. Have i reached it i wonder. sometimes i find myself humming at tune, reliving a moment and feeling a pinch in my heart but when i think about it, it does not come from something i experienced but something i imagined.

1 comment:

Joetta said...

I think that I have those same morning stretches...