it's easy sitting in the sun to forget that cold exists let alone envelops the lives of people it's easy sitting in the sun to forget the ice and ravages of winter yet there are those who would have no other season it's always easy when thinking we have the best to assume others covet it yet surf or sea each has its lovers and its meaning for love watching the red sun bleed into the ocean one thinks of the beauty that fire brings if the eye is a camera and the film is the heart then the photo assistant is god from Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day Comments are closed.
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subtextualityA blog from Tamryn Spruill archives
March 2023
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