ah . . . easily broken . . . those were my exact words when somebody tried to describe me as fragile long ago . . . i did not like the idea of being easily broken, nor did i think it fit me at all. i suppose it is all in your perspective, as someone else close to me said she thought of fragile more as something delicate in its loveliness . . .
i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
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ah . . . easily broken . . . those were my exact words when somebody tried to describe me as fragile long ago . . . i did not like the idea of being easily broken, nor did i think it fit me at all. i suppose it is all in your perspective, as someone else close to me said she thought of fragile more as something delicate in its loveliness . . .
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