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“I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just  watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess  as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.” - Anais Nin

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“I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.” - Anais Nin

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In case you haven’t noticed, I heart Roman T Photography. 

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Thief in the Nightby: DH Lawrence
LAST night a thief came to meAnd struck at me with something dark I cried, but no one could hear me,I lay dumb and stark.
When I awoke this morningI could find no trace; Perhaps ‘twas a dream of warning,For I’ve lost my peace. 

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Thief in the Night
by: DH Lawrence

LAST night a thief came to me
And struck at me with something dark 
I cried, but no one could hear me,
I lay dumb and stark.

When I awoke this morning
I could find no trace; 
Perhaps ‘twas a dream of warning,
For I’ve lost my peace. 

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