January 12, 2015

“There's this rushing sound, like white noise. The sound of nothing.” ~Julia Green







“But most days,
I wander around feeling
 invisible.
Like I'm a speck of dust
floating in the air
that can only be seen
when a shaft of light 
hits it.” 

~Sonya Sones


Winter in Provincetown.
January 2015

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