Hip Struck I crave silence but not just any, rather the kind that slathers the soul like a soothing salve and leaves a blanket of protection, soft luxury upon the skin. The kind that penetrates the crusty rim and reaches the brittle reed within. Layers and layers of lanolin, silence swathes a path of healing,…
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The Aspen
The Aspen Imagine being so long and lean, white and perfectly exquisite, captivating and beautiful — towering through the clouds that it became unnecessary to notice the leaves of your faces or the branches of your lovely arms, except in autumn, yes, except in autumn. ©Bonnie Saul Wilks all rights reserved …
Favorite Photos of 2012
Each December I post my favorite photos of the year.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 