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13 . 31 Rising Wild

Sharp blew the sleet upon my face,

And, rising wild, the gusty wind

 

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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!

 

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

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Uploaded on August 14, 2011