But I've always got to hunt for the good amongst the bad. When the walls are closing in and breathing comes difficult, I must fumble for the strings to pull a smile on my face. If I ever were to give up the search, I'd be finished. The hunt shall go on.
The next time I'm almost broken, heaving by the light of the window, I'll hunt for hope. When I'm lying flat beneath the hospital's dotted ceiling tiles (sixty-six holes per square) and fluorescent lights, I'll hunt for my dreams, plans, and goals. Just like looking for berries in our backyard jungle. Simple as that.
beautiful pictures! making me hungry. keep hunting xx
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Ah Grace, I'm so happy I've discovered your blog. You post photos, and write, like me! Which is a lovely thing - and also my favourite kind of blog.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is amazing, breathtaking. I am excited to hear more. And your photos of the berries are so perfect; I love how the green is dark and the berries bright.
Laura
http://lauraslw.blogspot.co.uk
I love these pictures and words... so powerful! I'm happy to have discovered your blog too! :) xo
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