I walked in Central Park again today, enjoying those last moments… Took this photo in a pond. So beautiful, impossible and total. The real conspiring to be illusionary and fabulous, mysterious and vital.
Moons ago, someone carved me a nickname into the sand. The tide came and swept my name away. That name was "Sputnitsa," which means "fellow traveler" in Russian.
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. ~ Henry David Thoreau
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