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13 . 31 Rising Wild

Sharp blew the sleet upon my face,

And, rising wild, the gusty wind




Another image from todays shoot paired with more words from the epic Charlotte Bronte poem titled "The Wood"


I have found the one my soul loves and I'll never let him go. Say no more!




Comments and critiques welcome - promise to come back and comment on your stream :-)

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Uploaded on August 14, 2011