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And that's how I see her -- fading into everything. She makes the intimidating sky familiar, and imbues a well-known room with the energy of chance. Spaces conflate, and I never feel anywhere but with her. The peak of a pine tree; the threshold of a den; the mercurial land above us -- your love blends.

Photo by Kristian Jordan: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dawntraitor/9232333467/