I love that moment where in slow motion, shadows are unravelled into ribbons of light, mist rising from the earth, the dawn chorus taking flight while the dew glistens at your feet
and dances in the shimmering air. The morning, after it’s long night in darkness, dare’s to begin a new day, and do a new thing.
And that therefore is what I hope to do, dare to begin a new thing. Even though it has stayed hidden in me for years I now dare to do it. Crazy Irish Poet, a poet with a film camera.
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