That place that starts out wide open, welcomes the world. It's a place deep inside and yet accessible to all. In the beginning.
It grows and becomes stronger with age; sometimes with love and other times with strife or sadness. Sometimes it takes shelter to protect itself and sometimes it even closes up completely. It's tough to open up again.
If we're lucky, a thief comes by unannounced and cuts the chains open in a torrent of love. And if we're even luckier -- we learn to unlock it ourselves...
10/12/07
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Hmm, perhaps symbolic of your brief hiatus? You've been missed...
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You're funny. Thanks for that. I miss doing the micro-stories during breaks but then it's really an inspiration thing as well as a sit-down-and-concentrate-to-see-which-photos-inspire-a-story thing. It comes and goes. Thanks so much for reading and commenting. I really appreciate it. = ]
Those locks are very hard to pick. They take a loooooong time.
Oh, yes, I remember that story now. Of course, how could I forget... It's too bad, really -- not a club any of us want to belong to, eh? = ]
o fond teh picture mysterious and poignant
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