This was taken the first time I took you to the mountains. You had never been, let alone seen any of the waterfalls out there. We got there kind of early, so it was a bit chilly. You watched me climb over the railing and scramble down into the river bed with my camera and tripod, and patiently waited while I repeatedly framed and reframed the shot. By the time I decided that I had gotten the shot I wanted and climbed back over the railing, you were soaking wet from the unusually high winds that were blowing huge clouds of mist from the falls right in your direction.

Wes Hicks

How do we fall out of habit?

Nonet Poem

Love, how do we fall out of habit?

Looking back thinking we had it

Middle of the night, waking

Up to ten missed calls, now



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