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Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

-Shel Silverstein

I like photos. I like to look at photos. I like to take photos. I like to learn about taking photos. If someone could start paying me just to take and look at photos all day, that'd be great.

I'm Alaskan.