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The streets are aglow with bright buds. The peonies our neighbour put into the garden spring up toward the bright warm sun. Skies are an incredible blue, people are outdoors and smiling… This afternoon the taxi driver driving me home quotes a Rumi poem in Persian to me. The meaning…

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Project 365

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One of the last trees to fully bloom in our neighborhood. Radiant in the morning sunshine, the trees are blocked from the afternoon sun by a church. Memories of the rain forest flow as I photograph the tree. Remembrances of the spectacular diversity of life existing in a struggle for…

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