And all of this life moves around you. For all that you claim you're standing still. You are moving too.

Sometimes, one will pause over a photo of an anonymous place, lingering at the thought of being there once before...

The feather touch of lighted haze as if a warm fuzzy memory...

Unfocused cues mock wrinkles in time...

Or, is it a place you have yet to discover? You wish for just one instant to be there in the image and sit for awhile. 

Don't stop. You'll get there.


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