Hope I Never See You
I hear our day is comin' , grows sweeter every year!
Playing tennis is nirvana, bliss and enlightenment.
One to Another
The Harsh Truth of the Camera Eye
Your eyes signal pain, because of the strain of smiling.
My so friendly lens, it zooms into, "The Inner You".
"It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred
slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry,
or on virtue, (or tennis) as you wish."
Baudelaire
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