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The bringer of rain

Life is a journey; we can rarely predict the turns. The people we encounter and the souls we connect with become like crossroads to our life stories.

If we allow them, they may become a path to teach us something of ourselves we might have never discovered otherwise.

When I first saw Indra Boone ( I recognised the familiar feeling, that unspoken connection one knows one must treasure and not waste, for it happens only a few times in life.  

Sometimes we resist life. Sometimes life escapes us, like water through the palm of an open hand.

It escapes through the darkest crevices of our battered souls.

Indra... the god of thunderstorms, the bringer of rain. I captured your depth with my lens. Will you help me navigate our darkness across the waters of a thousand rains?

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