As of Christmas, I have a new camera. Still not as fancy as I'd like, but its a lot better. Canon, I believe. Anyway, we'll see if a new camera translates into more photography. I rather hope so...


The Hardest FightIt wasnt easy to hug a suit of armor. The metal was hard, unyielding, unpleasant to the touch. What with the suns rays and the dry air, it nearly burned Beryls bare hands. As the dust blew across the plain, she hugged the plated body one last time, trying to smell her husbands scent through the grime, metal and sweat. She couldnt. It wasnt easy to hug a suit of armor, but Beryl was trying. She stepped back and swallowed. As formally as she could as formally and as respectfully as it was her duty to be she presThe Hardest Fight


How It Always EndsElizabeth knew how it ended. It ended with her children and grandchildren gathered around her coffin. They were all crying, red streaks of tears creating sparkling pathways down their faces. As they hugged each other, their faces glinting with tears and the grief of loosing someone so close to all of them, they tried not to muss their immaculate gowns and suits. The last time they had worn all that ebony finery had been for her husbands funeral two years ago. At the very end, she would join him, their headstones so close together that they were nearly touching. In death,How It Always Ends
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Use yourself as a weapon against your enemies!
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"It's a tyranny of normality."
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"It's a tyranny of normality."
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"It's a tyranny of normality."
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" Art is a proof that there's something more than emptiness " - M. Proust
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