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Syracuse.

Syracuse.

Colleen.

Colleen.

Roscoe.

Roscoe.

maryoliverpoetry:

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches–
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will…

Auburn.

Auburn.

High Noon.

High Noon.

Syracuse. 

Syracuse. 

One of my favorite photographers reblogging the work of my favorite poet. This is why the Internet is great.

One of my favorite photographers reblogging the work of my favorite poet. This is why the Internet is great.

(Source: orchardjournal)

orchardjournal:

ohio  12.25.2012

Raymond Meeks never fails to amaze

orchardjournal:

ohio  12.25.2012

Raymond Meeks never fails to amaze

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