“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:
Am I – or are the others crazy?”
~ Albert Einstein ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of the mineral Sepiolite taken in Paris in May 2018.
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in her i had everything
Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Attempts, Backs, Balling, Bed, Blue, Brambles, Bread, Breasts, Butter, Clocks, Clutter, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Grumbles, Guests, Imagination, Lies, Life, Lifetimes, Lips, Love, Morning, Pandora's Box, Paris, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Preambles, Science, Semblance, Socks, Spikes, Tacks, Tests, Truth, Trysts, Tumbles
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IN HER I HAD EVERYTHING
“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:
Am I – or are the others crazy?”
~ Albert Einstein ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of the mineral Sepiolite taken in Paris in May 2018.
© 2020 nightpoet all rights reserved
Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Attempts, Backs, Balling, Bed, Blue, Brambles, Bread, Breasts, Butter, Clocks, Clutter, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Grumbles, Guests, Imagination, Lies, Life, Lifetimes, Lips, Love, Morning, Pandora's Box, Paris, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Preambles, Science, Semblance, Socks, Spikes, Tacks, Tests, Truth, Trysts, Tumbles
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