He described the ice and the flickering
lights in the night time sky, he told me about lovers
and friends and shawdow's of his once young
self.
He described a possibility of a dream
and I play it over in my hearts eye, like a short film.....
About Me
- onesilentwinter
- 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..
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I opened your photograph
it is great
the snow
it must of just snowed
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