Tina Sosna: Love is a lonely thing
Tina Sosna: We enter the forest of flowers, right beside the river where a boat takes us to the other bank. I see marks from my sandals on my feet already. The sun is stronger this year. And so are we.
Helena Costa.: Kelp dreams
Tina Sosna: Your warmth in mine
Tina Sosna: Cold hands warm each other
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//sarah: Views from the Fremont Bridge, Seattle
Yogurt Magazine: Shuji Kobayashi - karin