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Fading Murmurs

I had been here before, a long time ago.

I knew that but the memory of the time was faded. I knew the gritty nooks and crannies of these rocks, the sound of the water lapping at my feet, the patterns the sunlight made as it drifted down from the opening in the cave ceiling. 757 more words


The Daily Photograph Begins

Tomorrow, August 31, 2014, the daily photograph project will begin for me. No, I am not taking 365 selfies over the next year. I am taking pictures with my iPhone 5S…not a fancy SLR. 213 more words



Maybe we don’t see it, but we’re the same. Maybe we don’t feel it, but we’re connected. Maybe we seem distant and too far away, but whether we realize it or not, we are no different. 89 more words


Day 356 - A Portrait As She'd Wish You To Remember Her

She walks as what she is:
a young librarian on her day off.
Down the avenue lightly,
glasses because she needs them,
books because she reads them. 83 more words



My room is haunted. And it’s because I have always been a deeply imaginative person. When the lights go out, the flaming candle I keep besides the bed suddenly turns into an army of fireflies. 83 more words