Saturday, February 5, 2011

Good Morning

After a sleepless night worthy of a desert asetic, the sky starts to light up with the first flush of dawn.
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You have come by a long, hard road only to be lit up by this fire.
Anna Akhmatova


An artist expresses his sense of loss through his creative output. A nomad searches for home by wandering the deserts of life. I was once an artist, now a nomad. And I haven't found what I am looking for.
Michael Mata