In the chill of winter night
Dripped the ice-coat Northern fright
Next morning, frozen-toed and white fingered,
In shutter speed shock, I saw Old Man Winter himself, unlocked.
In a noisy head
Thoughts and Observations from Edward Roads
with a camera in hand
The writings and whispers of an introvert.
Espiritu en Fuego -- A Fiery Spirit Expressing Herself
Yesterday I Was, Today I Am, and Tomorrow I Shall Be...
Reaching across racial and religious barriers to find common beliefs
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