Photographed in late fall.
One has to wonder - when will the world realize what we've done/are doing to our natural world?
Photographed in late fall.
One has to wonder - when will the world realize what we've done/are doing to our natural world?
Note: This is listed as "fiction" but all stories about Earl are real.
Love is a paradoxical thing.
I want desperately to be loved.
I want to wake up to a "good morning, my favorite person" text.
I want the last thing I see at night to be a little red heart emoji.
Even with my friends, I'm alone.
They date. They love each other.
Comments
Great photo and great statement.
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