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Friday, July 11, 2014

MARIBEL.

93.2 Miles, A little under 1/2 tank of gas, and one daisy chain later lead us to the middle of nowhere where an Eerie, yet enchanting forest exist. 

The trees were black and burned;
the river was full of red mud.


MARIBEL, WI



Friday, January 31, 2014

ABORTION.





QUERENCIA: (N.) 
A place from where one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.












She built a tiny house on a rock.
He built her mansions on the sand.
then the rain came.