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-The Vision of Death-

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-The Flea Hunt-

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I think myself lost. My soul feels adrift and alone. How does one navigate such waters without its compass? Without safe harbor to return to? As if I was rewritten in some manner. I became someone else. Too many years spent loving you and somehow I emerge ruined in a sense. You became a part of me. Every facet touched. Every ounce of me permeates with you still. Perhaps it always will. It is difficult to imagine a me without you. It makes no sense and I miss you terribly. ~ B.T.

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Lace

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To fear what we desire. The laughter of my own heart as I tell it no. Such moments of clarity and foolishness. ~ B.T.

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She is not bound by time nor by distance when it comes to me. She speaks to me in hushed tones that find their way to my heart. I feel her touch upon my skin. In both wake and dream, I feel her. I feel her upon my flesh, my bones, my very soul. Who can explain such things as this? Do I not love? Am I not drawn to her and all that she is? In truth, I think I loved her before I drew breath. Before creation even. My soul created to adore her for all time. ~ B.T.

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View of the Ruined Castle of Hammershus, Ferdinand Richardt, 1849

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Softly I sit in the morning sun. It's quiet and the world feels at peace. A breeze washes over me as the birds sing to creation. It's in these moments where I feel most alive. I see and hear clearly. My soul speaks without restraint. It is almost as if the world has been removed, at least the modernity as we know it. These conveniences we have become so accustomed to, that make life easier? If we could all simply exist in these quiet places, how better the world might be. Maybe we wouldn't quite be so cruel to one another. How curious we are. ~ B.T.

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Françoise Dorléac photographed by Jean-Philippe Charbonnier, 1963.

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Seeking Sanctuary ('The Wounded Knight') by George Sheridan Knowles

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-Woman on the stairs-

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-Woman with a candlestick-

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Carved into my flesh, deeper and deeper she went until my very soul was claimed. Every part of my being scorched by her touch, her kiss, her presence. She is magic and I am unable to resist her call. I am hers for as long as she’ll have me. ~ B.T.

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