— Audrey Niffenegger, from The Time Traveler's Wife (via lunamonchtuna)
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There's a stranger in my dreams. He's whispering prophecies to me.
Photos of my time in Toronto.
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POEM FOR A DEAD CRUSH (WHO LOVED THE OCEAN VERY MUCH)
by michael de la guerra
We’ll weep and reminisce over your mortal remains;
But so long as the ocean’s tide sways, your heart beats forever;
There under the dark blue waves.
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You can own 1 of 10 archival-quality prints, which I'll be doing myself, on superfine mohawk paper stock I just got fresh from the vendor at:
https://michaeldelaguerra.com/beach
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“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847)
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