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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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Hunt for the lost















We went to the mountain. Frodo and Sam run wild and free that encourage me to join in. It’s about 50’ C, a right temperature for the dogs, but I feel a little chill.

Hike in the wood is healthy for all of us. Our heart beat having a wild affair with the fresh air from the wilderness. Our soul letting loose its tension and flirting with nature, without constrain.

In the deep forest, the heart is in love, the soul gets its spark, and the dogs are fire up.

My hunt goes on.
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