I again visited your digipixie site. Feelings are ripped from you, but so easily! They fall like tears, true.. and leave a trail of their existence, dying even as they follow your sumptuous curves. Like we do.. like life does...
Beth.. you are an extraordinary talent. The world needs to hear your thoughts... needs to know your cries... from joy AND from pain.
I wish we could talk... but that, I believe, will happen when it's supposed to.
I will walk softly when I am in your Manchester, for I wish not to disturb the bold, brave Mum and the frightened little girl. I dare not risk the delicate steel of your life line.
Dan
PS I will comment more.. oh so much more, on your images when I return. But please understand... the 'old' you (of the physical past) is not better than the 'present' you, and cannot begin to compete aginst all that you are yet to become.
Please wait...
