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Such evocative images - the colors and feelings of life. Love An Old Life.
I wish to no more about him
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