PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL:
Wild RideWinters tumble stonesthat wrestle twisting roots,and forests heave to staythe tumble of time andthe flow of summer storms,the oscillations of cosmic windsand restless eruptions of human soul.To be as nimble as the streamand as rooted as rock.
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I'd be in heaven there and would probably nevr leave!
Sooner or later you'd get hungry. Thanks for stopping by.
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