Inquiries During Photography ClassA Poem by TinyTayAnn
Light filters in, the glass bending it and making it refract on the floor. Outside leaves are turning purple and will soon fall and inevitably die. In the back of my mind I wonder if my own short journey to the ground will be just as scenic... I watch your face and answer myself: yes.
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Added on August 16, 2011 Last Updated on August 16, 2011 Author
TinyTayAnnRedding, CAAbout"In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I.. more..Writing
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