Wherestreetshavenoname - Where Streets Have No Name
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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anaïs Nin
And it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.
Sylvia Plath
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit
A Birthday, Christina Rossetti
Images of broken light
Which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind
Inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Jai Guru Deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
I will not be another flower picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
Erin Van Vuren
___my wanderings through Kerala, Rajasthan and Gujarat___ all photographs taken by me
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