A slight shade of pale with days full of holes. There is a ghost with a white blanket beneath stars and stones. You are the rust in most days. You are deep inside a sunflower sonnet. A blaze of thought, an imprint of midnight ashes, go spread like wild-fire. You are the Dear of letters to the wildest clouds I want to sleep on. I am the cleanest one with a dirty soul. I am in shallow need for affection. In the wilderness of desolate.

Och som sagt har jag lov igen. Jag älskar vårterminen, den går ju så sjukt snabbt samtidigt som det blir ljust, varmt och det blir allmänt behagligare att leva. Länkar till det här inlägget.

Thursday, July 23, 2015. It actually started with another favorite Client of mine, the Nonprofit Technology Network. Who, by the way, makes excellent. I was photographing their big annual conference in Austin, Texas. And, during some of the final hours of the conference, Stacy Dyer of Trianon Coffee. In Austin invited me out to do some work for her cafe! Thank you, Trianon Coffee, Austin, and the .

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Editing and Copyediting by Kendra. Dylann Roof is mentally ill. To me, that makes sense.