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every time I reread the name of horses I have tears in my eye. Why? I guess it is about the most honest and upright way to convey the meaning of love
I have been collaborating with Donald Hall for the past few years...combining his words and my photographs. If you like his poetry you should visit my website: www.eaglepondgallery.com
I want to learn more about him
when my father had been dead a weekI wokewith his voice in my ear I sat up in bedand held my breathand stared at the pale closed doorwhite apples and the taste of stoneif he called againI would put on my coat and galoshes
every time I reread the name of horses I have tears in my eye. Why? I guess it is about the most honest and upright way to convey the meaning of love
I have been collaborating with Donald Hall for the past few years...combining his words and my photographs. If you like his poetry you should visit my website: www.eaglepondgallery.com
I want to learn more about him