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On Beauty

I stand on the edge of a precipice. Physically I stand looking down into an abyss of sea, rocks and sand, hundreds of feet down. It is beauty. It is awe. It is wonder. It is scary. It is big, bigger than us. It is demanding, demanding of us. Snapping a picture I do not. In my mind, yes, but here, the image is part of the universal conversation that takes place between existing formations continuously. The formation of rugged coastline, deep below my feet, and the formation currently taken… Read more On Beauty