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  • Hunt.

      Day 15 of photography101… “landscape.” Hunt. I edged lower into the rows of grain, willing the ground to be tight-lipped as it clicked beneath every movement of my limbs. A cracking resonated with every footstep he took. I froze just as his shins appeared above the kernels touching my forehead.

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  • Day 48.

    Once upon a time in the City of Angels there lived a man and a woman who were to be married. At the same time lived a writer in London whose words would assist them in twisting the key to the so called ball and chain. I don’t usually find commissions in editing a groom’s […]