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Congratulations to Juan Franco, winner of Valentine's Month Contest
with his photo "Falling in Love". Second place goes to Jessica Broun,
for her photo and Valentine's greeting. | |
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| Seaguls brought my love message to you... :)
Photo by Natalia Lialina |
| "Heart-Shaped Sky"
by: Juan Franco |
| "Out of the woods and into your arms"
by Gillian Spencer |
| "Falling In Love"
by: Juan Franco
Nothing describes this feeling,
Nothing I would want to walk out of |
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| Tulips at the Public Market
Photo by Natalia Lialina |
| Beach-side lovers
by Gillian Spencer |
| Will you still love me in the morning?
by Gillian Spencer |
| "Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder"
by: Juan Franco
Although beauty is portrayed in the pictures we see,
Nothing is more beautiful than the heart, guarantee.
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| My Valentine:
By Jessica Broun
You are truly someone to keep hold of. You have never let me down. I LOVE the way you support me, hold me, take care of me, guide me. I appreciate you accepting me with my child and treating him like your own with taking on the responsibility of a father. These past few months I’ve become quite a meany, with the commute, household responsibilities & family responsibilities. Your support in allowing me to quit my job has allowed me to become a better person and grow in my interests as well as the ability to care of family life and be there for my son to help guide him to become a young adult. I look forward to our future together, growing together and making a success of our life Valentine.
Many hugs, many kisses!
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| dearest self:
By: Aidan Starr
i love you and miss you so. i wish you would come home,
my heart stops beating without you. please love me more, i cry for you at night.
when you are happy i smile more.
treat me right, will you be mine? |
Inferno
By Jess Schwab
I hold fire at the end of my fingertips
daily,
drag after drag
without burning a thing.
I even bring it within inches
of my face, close
enough to make clear,
my features in the dark
or fabricate clouds
to eclipse the blue in the light.
I sleep with a candle
next to my bed, and have even
slept while it burns.
I have yet to catch fire,
even as the wick dwindles
and the flame moves closer
to the wood, to the flesh.
Yet even the thought of you—
your intangible existence
that smolders amidst organs,
suffocated by the glow—
ignites my entirety. |
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