Meeting you is so sweet.
Though,
I have become somewhat self-conscious.
The only time you will see me
Is at night
Right, at that transitory moment.
When my eyes close
And the spinning begins.
The roar of wind encircles me
Standing on a world
In a sea of tumultuous waves
Debris spiraling in tornadic mayhem.
‘Til your words stop the violence
Trees and mountains fall into the sea
And we drink very strong tea together
single frame photo – polar coordinates and masking
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
your visual and written creations blend beautifully to tell a story! 🙂 i wanted to read more…..
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Thank you Wendi
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you are very welcome!
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One of the best works of yours using this – your – technique I’ve seen so far. Wonderful.
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