She’s a glass star – fragged and parted…She’s on the path of love and fresh starts…With the wind at her back – the sun on her cheeks – the meanest of life has set her free… she tracked and she grappled…the horse it was dappled.
To the sweat. To the south. To be One.
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I am an artist, surfer, musician. I travel. I write. Like everyone else - I am a photographer. I am a good photographer. I have a love for peace and humanity. I am a 5th generation Floridian. Raised in Whitehouse/Westside. I am a Peace Seeker through reading, writing and education.
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beautiful.