For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
“Picture yourself when you were five. In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love...”
Airmile-accumulating, brainstorm chasing, trapeze-flying writer&photographer who's lived in the kinds of places that make her a fantastically interesting person to sit next to at dinner as well as at least one place that she can barely discuss without breaking into a rash.
Photography/writing/music.
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