Aurora Fotografi

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A confession

Everything interests me, but nothing holds me

It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky

I am a dreamer

Hide until everybody goes home

I will show you fear in a handful of dust

Do you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked?

She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there

And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east

I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer

I don’t have to be what you want me to be. I’m free to be what I want

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?

I am too pure for you or anyone

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever

HANDS POWER (PART 2)

HANDS POWER (PART 1)

Let the Love Be

Where I’m going, no maps are necessary

SPRING 2016 | MIX 3