The Hunter With Wings


It Began When I Was Very Little. I found a heart shape leaf and kept it between the pages of my fairytale book. Often, I held and waved it gently on my face, I smelled the mud and chlorophyll; echoes from nature exert an everlasting pull on my heart. One day the leaf crushed. I believed that the fairy liked it so much and had to steal it away. I tried to look for the same leaf, but can never find one alike.

The cedar fragrance, valley wildflowers, falls beauties, ghost frost, all the nerves trembling feels that connect to my heart are the aims - My hunting expedition began.

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Saturday, March 29, 2008

Cloudy Loneliness






































Why are you so blue? Is the sky too narrow that you don’t have enough space to stretch? Or the arrival of the sun at the beginning of the day isn’t bringing enough brightness to enchant your beauty?

The striking brilliance is coming to serve as a foil to your prettiness, and I too.
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