Our tongues dancing across history like the first fires flickering on the ancient cave walls. Our stories and passions just as new are just as old. While some may say what a shame that some beautiful things do not last, they are but words. In picture, we can capture something elegant and timeless. But it is the change and the shift that gives each moment is beauty and glory. In the torment of war and the overwhelming sorrows of our lives...we still have beauty. We still have the breath of life in our lungs.. the oceans of emotion behind our eyes.

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