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[Jul. 22nd, 2007\|02:19 pm]Hana.
sometimes i get up early and even my soul is wet.far away the sea sounds and resounds.this is a port.here i love you.here i love you and the horizon hides you in vain.i love you still among these cold things.sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vesselsthat cross the sea towards no arrival.i see myself forgotten like those old anchors.the piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.my life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.i love what i do not have.my loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.but night comes and starts to sing to me.the moon turns its clockwork dream.the biggest stars look at me with your eyes.and as i love you, the pines in the windwant to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
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[Jul. 22nd, 2007|02:19 pm]Hana.

sometimes i get up early and even my soul is wet.far away the sea sounds and resounds.this is a port.here i love you.here i love you and the horizon hides you in vain.i love you still among these cold things.sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vesselsthat cross the sea towards no arrival.i see myself forgotten like those old anchors.the piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.my life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.i love what i do not have.my loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.but night comes and starts to sing to me.the moon turns its clockwork dream.the biggest stars look at me with your eyes.and as i love you, the pines in the windwant to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

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Your photographs are a beautiful thing. I just wanted to invite you to join a community called polabears - it would be so great to see you work there.