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High above and home in the Montana plains.
There’s an immense open shoot of land placed in front of me with a melancholy that blows like whistling wind far and high across the Montana plains. Stretched in the background, two gentle sleeping giants that come into focus as the eyes frown and narrow down into slits. Like a hawks eye everything is brilliantly…
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Endlessly
When that day comes, and if you remember me, don’t think of dampness or cold blue mornings mist. But think of all the smells of summer, and petal flowers, and that touch between our lips. Then think on how it felt, when we held each other, like that, our own… Read More ⇢
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Beam like the Sun
And as I sat, face toward the high noon Sun, my feet planted firmly in the Earth, my hands floating in the roaring river, I stopped and looked inside for the source of all things, looking for the fire that leaves scars on skin, for the fire that has burned… Read More ⇢
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MOONBOY
‘While back, Mama used to call me Moonboy. ‘Cos early on when I used to tilt my head back into the sky at night an look up to the source that made light of the dark I’d always cry. An when she’d ask me why, same motion, wiping tears from… Read More ⇢
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DADAR
And there I was, eyes glued wide open as the train pushed its way through a softening mist. The rhythmical pitter patter of the train wheels smashing against the rusty steel tracks had kept me awake for long enough to watch the Sun rise across the city. This place feels… Read More ⇢
DARCY GREY 