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Monthly Archives: December 2007
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Hello. 2008. Goodbye. 2007. I believe, in a way, that numbers symbolize something beneath the quickly seen calculation. Personally — I love the 8. Â And I love drawing the 8. Collecting 8s. Last year, the outward spiral of the … Continue reading
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The most beautiful in the world
Design, in beauty — is where the application is all the more wondrous. Happiest, holidays — to you: tsg | nyc+seattle – Times Square, New York Before the ball drops in Times Square, the Big Apple turns on its holiday … Continue reading
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stormringer
stormringer …. Out — storm rings close. I savor the storm. As my life thrives in finding that calm. At the center — chaos swirls round — sit watch wait for what passes. Be cause. Live true. Show freely. That … Continue reading
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mistdrift
winddrift stormbound I sense you in the mist. the long night seen out, only so far, white. out, where the air culls sea scent, found. and known, that calling spun from the gust and foamed curl of every wave. cast, … Continue reading
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Alive
I went striding. Alone. In the chill amidst the challenges of that, this current life, living, they are there glaring, dark. It is, all ways, good to hold your self; and remember that you are alive amidst the beauty of … Continue reading
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