A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
…If you were a sailor
I’d raise the anchor
To sail the sea
In search of you and me
Conjures currents to break our fragile boats
And both the innocent and the damned
Are swallowed up in his wake…
(Dead Can Dance, I Can See Now)
Thank you, so very much!!
I’m a bit invisible in your comment box these days (not on-line often / plus way too much noise inside me). But I want you to know that I still come here steadily. I read. I look. I feel. I think. Always good to pause by the sea and your portraits dear to me. Always.
Oh, Ben…and you have been missed… but I understand the noisy thing…and you just have to take it slow, I guess…
It is always a pleasure to have you near. Thank you so, so much!!
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As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
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