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Poetry captured with the lens of a camera is a part
of an art form painters, and sculptors and poets have been born with and
charged to share with the world. The world needs these translations to make
sense of the mess created within the world that needs to be told stories of
beauty in a beautiful way outside of the reach of their crude hands, and
hardened hearts.
It is children
who play with sounds that creates music, and children who grow up within a body
into adulthood whose receptivity ignites change and creates harmonies. The
magic of art is the retention of space that holds the child dear and alive. ©
Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 2012
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