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Moonlight love. Reflections of innocence. Wandering alone avoiding last. A return to dust, really a part of the same vibration.
A string through time carrying your own gravitational force.
Dark Moon
The nature of everything.
What is seeing something? We need light, the way the earth needs the moon. Moonlight ripples across the waters surface and gravity is the space time stage.
Full moon rising across the saltmarsh.
#space
Climbing to the heaven's then gazing back at the earth. I need you the way the sea needs the moon.
Over the saltmarsh looking back.
#fullmoon
We are all pretty sure gravity exists, even though we can't see it. Watery motion reflects the love affair with the moon. Gravity forces itself upon time, as it should be. Rest awhile, find comfort in your own reflection.
Stiffkey from the saltmarsh.
#moon
A dreamer can always find her way by moonlight.
Waxing Crescent over the drift looking towards Lady Anne's Drive.
#Moonshine
New moon rising dances the light that actually isn't a star, its Venus, the second closest planet. Moonlight ties strings of symmetrical gravity to the waters' edge.
#venus
It's the edge that blurs, changes and folds back in on itself.
#Tidelands
I want to be where your footprints walked upon the sand at midnight.
Memories swirling in my heart of a midnight swim long ago off the coast of South Carolina. The warm water was the same temperature as the air. I dipped my hand into the water the same bioluminescence. Bliss.