It felt love. how did the rose ever open it's heart and give to the world all it's beauty? it felt encouragement of light. against it's being. otherwise we all remain too frightened. hafiz
I live in the bucolic hills of Northwestern NJ. I love many things. Natural light, the sky, bright colors and pastels. Words. Smiles, random rainbows, gentle breezes as well as strong, gusty wind. Flowers...they rock my world. I ride a Harley Davidson with a group of ladies. I keep my camera attached to my hip.
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