you give to me the ability to be strong, as i want to be, as i need to be, and yet, too, that other, of course, you allow me my vulnerable and volatile. and still, inside of this and beside it and under it, all of my other parts. you hold them all, cinnamon hearts to the hand, and pop them to your mouth. how grateful i am.i love you~erin xo
Hi Robert, this blogging a funny thing indeed,I just came upon Erin's blog, and now i see her here. It's kind of like going to party, meeting new people.I love your photos Robert!