“There is something here that frightens me.
When I figure out what it is that frightens me, I shall also know what I love here.”
~ Clarise Lispector
Author: Susan
Boston Area Photographer
no worries
I think about those days of barefeet, scraped knees, sunburns, mosquito bites and garden dirt…
release
she strained to hold on to the good parts
when the not-so-good parts were hard to shake off
spilt milk
with the fear of stagnation
she became a shapeshifter
july
there were those hot sticky nights
picnics by flashlight on the dewey grass
waiting for the fireworks
we chased fireflies
Licht Years 