a withering tree slowly dies amidst the power lines there is beautiful poetry in the lines of movement created by the tree’s bends and its leafless …
life is a constant threshold you are free to open or close the door to go through or to stay put this is your choice you can choose to …
dawn yielding to sun rising over península de osa at its emptiest, the low tide reveals the rock lines at the bottom of the ocean waking with …
in the courtyard garden of a temple outside of the city, prayers are tied into magnolia trees and sacred chains red ribbons with golden writing are …
i love birds at times, i wish i could be soaring the sky, gliding effortlessly through the air yet, not all birds are created equal in the heat …
yesterday i heard we spend about a third of out lives sleeping some studies suggest that about two hours every night of our lives we dream this …
babies! i just got back from watching a film about them the joy of a mother and a father at their creation is contagious their infant, pure spirit …
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