to the end...
The song comes back to me, words of transformation fit the beautiful cold music that runs through my ears.
Moments that could never be scripted seem to be happening closer and closer together...
...I smile at the comment and at it all...
His book smells of his studio. I inhale it just a little, just to make sure the smell never runs out. This is not about sex.
posted by HT company at 00:43
2 Comments:
A great group of images. It feels like a game of hangman. You have provided a few of the letters but I have to fill in the gaps. Just the way I like it. I look forward to reading and viewing more of the artist tale of your life and loves through 2007.
absolutely beautiful piece
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