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How many small rooms have we called home?  Guest rooms, road side stops, cars, hotels, motels, parking lots, apartments, tents, campgrounds, forests?  Places I've seen you lay in the light.

I don't know anymore.  I've lost track of the miles we've taxed ourselves with.  The nights we've spent drifting across the country, and now across the globe. 

One night a farmer woke us up.  Banging on the car door, so that he could ask us to leave.  Most days its the sun creeping in through a window.  

I don't even remember all of the places we have been, but this morning we were in Mexico, and I watched you laying there in the light.  Then, I took your picture.

Shot with sigma 85mm F1.4.

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Anonymous

You are a man of very words Corwin Prescott, but you write the sweetest things. A man of great integrity isn't always the loudest. I am honoured to call you a friend. Miss you buddy.