

The StageThe stage is set. The lights are glaring, but strangely cold.The Stage
I am face-to-face with this relentless creature. It is a duel I cannot hope to win. It slowly and violently finds its way into my heart, my mind, and my soul. The very air is bitter enough to taste, the faint tinge of the unfamiliar.
I have been lead to an arctic and desolate place. I can see its breath, slow and labored. It stares me down, never wavering. I have tried to defend myself, but distraction and trusty detachment have fallen and broken. I'm an easy target now, and it can see that. It finally become
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
Come see some of my other works as well if you have some time!
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I'm here to bring you colors, variety and thoughts with my Photography.
Thank you for the
"Ribbon Falls from The Alcove" [link]
And sorry about the late reply I was on holidays
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"Je ne te crains pas gros moche, mon coeur est pur comme de l'eau de roche"
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{Life is nothing but a rocksong}
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Here is my approach on DA.
Comment with Honesty
Be Objective
Give and Take all that is given Comment and Feed Back
Favor with Intent to enjoy and share with others
I hope you all do the same!
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"Je ne te crains pas gros moche, mon coeur est pur comme de l'eau de roche"
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