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Home Sweet Home
My Home Is Long, Narrow, And Endless It Is Full Of Ups, Downs, Twists, And Turns Endless Directions As Well As Dead Ends
Photography is life but when the weather rolls in I'm often limited to what I can do and where I can go. The downside of being a landscape photographer. But I'm not one to let a day of rain roll by and do nothing, I'm also an artist in its raw form, usually in paintings but today it is writing.
The Voice's Message
For those of you who don't know me, my name is Juno West, female, a little over five feet, toned, mocha skin, dark hair with red highlights, single, photographer, wealthy, and a sixth sense that likes to make itself known through the song "Hotel California". The song speaks for itself, but if you haven't heard it I recommend you stop reading now, go to YouTube and search it out, Eagles original version.
An Abandoned Barn
My thoughts are lost to the silence in my head as I twist and turn along the backroads of Wisconsin. My name is Juno West, toned, short, red hair, mocha skin, and by trade an artist. I specialize in outdoor photography and make my living selling prints online, however, my luck changed significantly thanks to a jackpot win that set me up for life. Who says the lottery doesn't pay?
The Old Lighthouse
He stands out in front of my car arms spread out, a smile wide across his face, "well?" He asks. "Are you impressed or are you really impressed?" Then turns and looks up at the building behind him.
Small Town Feeling
I release a slow breath and blink my eyes a few times. I've been driving for hours but it feels like days. I glance up at the rearview mirror and see the endless road behind me. West. A lot has been left out West as I head straight East into the mountainous state of Montana.
The Silent Spirit Animal
It is dark all around me and silent, I'm not sure where I am but I sense I'm in a hallway. Walking towards something that is unknown to me. Even though it is dark, pitch-black dark, I can see clearly and my feelings tell me to keep moving forward. There is no fear, just curiosity as to where I am being lead to, what I will find.
After Truth Comes Reality
A warm salty breeze blows through the french doors as I sit here in silence, thinking, and absorbing the news. I close my eyes and let the breeze tickle my face and move the hair back from my face. The sounds of waves crashing against the beach below, silence the thoughts in my head.