“You don’t know it,
but sometimes,
I go to a hill that overlooks
the landscape’s mask of city lights
for a sip of momentary grace.
On this brink of everything I know,
I can gain
an eyeful of the lost Atlantis in the human soul,
and a breath that fills my lungs with
the air between two stars.
If right now,
you were to capture this elation
in the framework of your mind,
or find transcendence through these words,
then at most you would know
nothing of the beauty your existence throws to me.
For mine is a love no experience,
no thought,
no measure,
no words
could ever degrade into reality
by virtue of degree.”
– Shawn Hunter
Photography by Dylan Rosgone
Eyes + Words 
Lovely.
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