"The world is not just, but there is beauty everywhere."
ginia:22. I like my coffee over ice and my books thick. I'm currently flailing around in the world of photography and writing letters to people I may never meet.
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Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.
The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
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