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I'm currently reading The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy. His writing transcends the experiential into a world of thoughts that range accross the mind in an hallucinatory journey. While I freely admit that the passage below has nothing to do with my photograph, it's just that the two elements crossed paths while writing this blog.

"He looked into the eyes of the boy. The boy into his. Eyes so dark they seemed all pupil. Eyes in which the sun was setting. In which the child stood beside the sun ... He had not known that you could see yourself in anothers' eyes nor see therein such things as suns." - From The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy.

Mark Cator, 2005, Oscar

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