Something passes through my contented gaze, for a brief moment it wears the suit of my soul. It dares to sit within this silence, releases the heavy armor. To feel the tether so connected to its source, far flung out into the depths of this wilderness. Not to bed with solitude, but to remain in communion, in accord with a pact not to be forgotten. 

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Maria Reshetnick



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