human being
breathing
feeling
in Portland, OR

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what really matters?    
There ‘s meaning in its steady glance,
Of gentle blame or praising love,
That makes me tremble to advance
A word, that meaning might reprove.
The haughty threat, the fiery look,
My spirit proudly can defy,
But never yet could meet and brook
The upbraiding of a quiet eye.

Images by Wataru Suzuki, Nick Hudson, The Collaborationist



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