why did i think the wolves,
who roamed this territory before me,
didn’t know how to survive?
oh how naive of me to believe,
I already knew a better way to thrive.
The finest part about poetry is the accentuated emphasis of the individual word; the epitome of less is more.
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The photos you choose, to accompany your thought provoking verse, draw out more than the words by themselves. Each element holds its own, but together they lift each other like intermingling flames, feeding off each other to shed light on what’s beneath the surface.
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I often wonder about her selection process… about what she was thinking when the picture was taken… and how the words fit so nicely with the photo.
Such talent 💙✒️💙✒️