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Placid Photos & Prose Jarrette Fellows, Jr.
Sometimes a river ebbs low,
until the rain recharges its flow.
We can learn from the river's woe.
Jarrette Fellows Jr.
Some say the glittering
cosmic sky are pricks in the
Black shroud revealing the luminescence of Heaven.
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Jarrette Fellows Jr.
If you and I are flowers growing side-by-side, it is not my desire to grow superior and stunt your growth. I do want to share the sun, earth, wind and rain. And if my petal should overshadow your petal, nudge me and I will humbly move it away. But I am a vulnerable flower with mortal frailties, and should I find damage during my growth, fall limp and wither, I ask only this: That you nurture my roots, sooth my weakened stem, and believe in me that I will regain my strong posture to again reach for the sky.
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Jarrette Fellows Jr.
The slumbering sultry Earth amidst the sparkling cosmic luminescence.
Jarrette Fellows Jr.
The moon conducts the rolling waves, which compose music for our souls . . .
When we listen, it reposes us.
Jarrette Fellows, Jr.
Every sunrise is another opportunity to
reach anew to the best life has to offer.
Jarrette Fellows, Jr.