karl struss, I understand that picture

today I visited with old friends first,
no first I had an entire pot of coffee
then I visited old friends
I left them to see some photography at a local musuem
I don't like most of their permanent collection, however

I am deep into the karl struss photo gallery
especially the (still life with forbidden fruit)
I think that is the title

well, now I feel better
better than that actually
because I have a new job
and because I saw lovely photos today
alone and very alone

still life

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inspired by the pursuit of happiness

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a letter to each of you.

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now

I see no point in rules because if you know yourself and have respect for others, you'll just naturally fall into the goodness.

dirt verse

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