Compelled to stir the ashes, of what was cruel, what was unadorned. And still we reach for those extinguished minutes and years, and walk into the smoke, shoulders broke, bending to grief’s provocation, aroused by what could have been.
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Ordinary Handsome 
Wonderful picture.!
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Thank you, Francisco. š
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You’re welcome Steven.! š
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Great shot of Venus. Thank you, Steven.
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lol…in honor of Valentine’s Day. š
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Wow
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Thank you. š
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Love this photo, caught my attention right away.
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Thank you. š
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i like your words, they seem to hear the whispers caught in the frozen time of sometime
Beautiful photo, I am partial to blues š
Take Care…You Matter
maryrose
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Thanks very much, that’s very kind. š
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