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Brent Terry Photography

The girls have already forgotten about numbers and victory, and the mothers spring up from the spray, unashamed. Beasts are whistling in the water. They will take you back to the center of the Earth. The ocean pulls the shore, paws, and toes deeper, where it is warm. I realize I am the only person still waiting to touch it.


2009-10 Parallax  
2009-10 Parallax  

Idyllwild Arts Academy Student Literature/Art Magazine 2009-10