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B.H Ayres: In her room.
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B.H Ayres: Alexis
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B.H Ayres: Put your hand on me.
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B.H Ayres: "What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?"
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B.H Ayres: “He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”
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B.H Ayres: Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever."
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B.H Ayres: "In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment."
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B.H Ayres: Portland Oregon
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B.H Ayres: Portland Oregon
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B.H Ayres: Portland Oregon
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B.H Ayres: Montana
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B.H Ayres: “It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed” ― Thomas Moore
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B.H Ayres: My friend Scarlet shooting with a vintage Voigtlander on a beach in Oregon.
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B.H Ayres: “I don't want to die without any scars.”
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B.H Ayres: “We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ― Plato
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B.H Ayres: The stars are out tonight.
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B.H Ayres: “there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.”
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B.H Ayres: “Tears are words that need to be written.”
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B.H Ayres: “Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.”
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B.H Ayres: “It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.”
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B.H Ayres: “I covet truth; beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.”
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B.H Ayres: “I don't want to be the one who says life is beautiful. I want to be the one who feels it.”
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B.H Ayres: “The beautiful is always bizarre.”
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B.H Ayres: “There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.”
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B.H Ayres: “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
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B.H Ayres: “But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.”
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B.H Ayres: x“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
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B.H Ayres: “I don't think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.”
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B.H Ayres: In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
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B.H Ayres: A little sad today