I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.~ Mother…
Waiting for
Waiting for …|Peniche, Portugal|
You may sit beside me
You may sit beside me|Peniche, Portugal|
You were the poem I never knew how to write
You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see,…
Stairs, are they going up or are they going down?
Stairs, are they going up or are they going down?|Peniche, Portugal|
We wanderers
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds…
There are places in life that seep into your soul
There are places in life that seep into your soul, becoming forever a part of it. You need encounter such…
What men call the shadow of the body
What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of…
So fine was the morning
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked…
Surf park bench
“surf” park bench|Peniche, Portugal|
Are they going up or are they going down?
Are they going up or are they going down?|Peniche, Portugal|
And she felt as though she had been there, on that bench
And she felt as though she had been there, on that bench, for an eternity. For an infinity of passion…
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