I follow you. Your back is like a beacon to my senses. Our world has been lost in antiquity. As if walking bare-foot through a decayed forest, the earth presses between toes, moss slowly caressing our knees. A shroud could be placed over our crowns. Redeeming saints returning from prayer, waiting with anticipation for the lighting-bugs. It’s intoxicating.
3 comments:
ok - I am loving your blog. Love your pictures, love your words!
Your words are too kind. Thank you!
Lovely photos!! :)
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