I wrote in September, made fotos in September, fell in love a thousand times-with trees and rocks, with women, with words, with ideas, with dogs on the street and birds on the balcony. I missed something. Perhaps it was the rain, perhaps it was my heart, but a hesitancy hung over me the entire month. I did not go to Wewelsburg or Usedom.
October is here, a pivotal month in my thinking, in my heart. I will discover, I will learn, I will share.
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