Now summer is gone.
And might never have been.
In the sunshine it’s warm.
But there has to be more.
Nostalgia - Part 2
in Photography, Poetry
Now summer is gone.
And might never have been.
In the sunshine it’s warm.
But there has to be more.
Now summer is gone.
And might never have been.
In the sunshine it’s warm.
But there has to be more.
In the midst of my daily neurosis, as characterized by incessant thinking, scheming and analyzing, my eyes lay hold of a child. My attention is arrested. This petite human being cradles a found object in her cupped hands.
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If the self is an illusion, does that mean that authenticity or, to be true-to-oneself is a meaningless concept?
Read MoreBefore that, for half of my adult life, whenever I found myself in seclusion with, and mutually attracted to another woman, we teetered on the edge of what could hardly be considered a complete sexual act.
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