Black & White Friday – Long cold distance

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Part of a series I am doing, which may not be the best or most extravagant, but represents me in a very honest way.

As always, feel free to join in, write, take pictures, mix, match, color it or sip tea with me in the monochromes 🙂

*And this part is for you! To Hell with what we think and what we both know. I miss you and that’s just the way it is.

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~ by Oloriel on November 22, 2013.

15 Responses to “Black & White Friday – Long cold distance”

  1. I especially love the asterisk line.

  2. In Sepia
    the shadows of her face
    tells life’s stories
    anticipates
    of who she is and what she feels
    in Sepia all is revealed
    x

  3. It is exactly like that 🙂
    I hope you have a wonderfull day and happiness graces you 🙂

  4. Love love the color, gorgeous photo! You make me want to take photos!

  5. Says it all about separation. Nice

  6. Love this!

  7. *And this part is for you! To Hell with what we think and what we both know. I miss you and that’s just the way it is.

    #LoveIt

    Powerful and confident and honest.

    It sounds so complicated and ‘forbidden’

    • Thank you, yes, it definitely is – even tho I think most people get stirred by it in their own forbidden directions. it is like, you are missing someone who had to go and can’t be right by your side right now and it is like that because it is the best for both of your lives and souls right now, but you both still think it sucks.

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