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That’s how the light gets in

A long while ago I passed by a painted quote on a street in San Francisco that moved me. I took a second picture of it a few months later, without realising…

rolling luggage

the luggage travels place to place rolling over hills green with splendour

grey skies

sometimes great beauty exists amongst the grey skies inspiring awe


my shadow darkensceaselessly haunts in silenceas I awaken

swaying trees

the trees sway in sync the storm raging endlessly so what the wing sings