photo Marta Bevacqua
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
― Edna St. Vincent Millay
Why do we no longer crave the simple pleasures in life?
For me, I can’t think of any better way to spend a Sunday afternoon…
than just lying on a hill, in a field of flowers with quiet eyes, drinking it all in.
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photo by Jorge Mayet
photo by Ken Giantonio
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He watched for you every day
from the confines of his small, concrete, oceanview balcony.
His empty world created by success and personal achievements
was broken and barred by the pain of a fractured relationship.
He was a prisoner, slowly wasting away.
But you, you were alive and free.
Unlike him, you were thriving.
The beach was your endless avenue
its unobstructed view had no limitations.
Your bare feet, unrestricted, caressed the soft sand with each step
and your clothing gently enveloped you without tension.
You traveled light
You were uninhibited and free.
He called you, “Dreamer” and he looked for you every day.
photos Adeline Spengler
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photo, Raquel Chicheri
Why do you keep me small?
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Living by faith,
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