While our bodies heal, our minds do the work of untangling who we are.

I do not seek perfection. I seek truth, beauty and permanence.

You cannot deny reality indefinitely.

It is thought, not act—that is our undoing.

Some photos take your breath away. And some, will steal your heart.

Winter touches us in ways that hands never could.

The little grains of sand that fill our hourglass each have universes of their own.

“Some creatures never grow lungs; they breathe through their skin.” — Wysteria

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