More often than not, i caught myself smiling to myself whenever i saw the moon. it unknowingly brought warm to my heart as those vivid memories and instances play in my head again. geez, how i wish i can turn back time!
Until we meet again
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Steve's body of work spans conflicts, vanishing cultures, ancient traditions and contemporary culture alike - yet always retains the human element. www.stevemccurry.com