
My little sis introduced me to the poem Anyways by Suzanne Cleary I few years ago. She thought I would get a kick out of it because I always say anyways instead of anyway. I love the poem and you will too...check it out here!
May 1, 2009
#62
While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see. ~Dorothea Lange
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