Went out on an aluminum canoe with my cousin and a friend, a brother, I never thought I’d see. Ah, the bliss of fate. And nature, the soothing compass of time. Nothing to calm us more. Β The sound of subtle water drops, gliding off the paddles; into the darkness. True beauty, emanates from the simplestContinue reading

The Journalist and His Companion

  I want a companion to roam the world with me, Hand in hand we’ll conquer each city, And drift into trances at dawn, only To wake up at dusk in the country.   A few kisses here and there, as you hand Me the camera that will capture the world: Children starving, a mother’sContinue reading “The Journalist and His Companion”

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