The quiet of the evening rose, The sun whispered brilliance under cover, And the moon spoke silver elegance upon us, there in the moment of twilight and forever, Your impeccable ended my torture.
my tortured mind
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The quite normal mind of a poorly educated idealist with delusions of grandeur.P.S. I am a pro•creator.
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My grandfather, and my grandmother. Trinidad, late nineties or early aughts. Shot on film (remember...
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