I speak of love that comes to mind: 

The moon is faithful, although blind; 
She moves in thought she cannot speak. 
Perfect care has made her bleak. 

I never dreamed the sea so deep, 
The earth so dark; so long my sleep, 
I have become another child. 
I wake to see the world go wild. 
-Allen Ginsberg, An Eastern Ballad
I’ve been a little absent – pesky day job but I’m back to gathering images and moments to post here regularly. I hope you’ll continue to stop by. I love the bit above by Allen Ginsberg, what an interesting mind that man had. His poetry always makes me think a bit longer and in a more colorful manner. 

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