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TYLER BLODGETT

we are the stories we tell
  • Overview
  • Photo Essays
    • Queen City Protests
    • Mela Women
    • The Wayang Kulit
    • Scenic Hudson
    • Soul Central
    • Searching for the Heart of New Orleans
    • The Whispering Pines
    • Meet Me in Chamonix
    • Balloon Festival 2019
  • Travel
    • The Alps
    • California
    • Connecticut
    • India - Kumbh Mela
    • South India
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    • Massachusetts
    • New Hampshire
    • New Orleans
    • New York City
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    • Pennsylvania
    • Vermont
  • Poetry & Prose
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There's a serene sadness that I often feel at dusk, as the sun carries it's light to pastures that I may never see. It's a daily reminder, that no matter how warm and how vital something may be to you, there is nothing in the universe that is permanent. Perhaps this sadness is simply letting go, a kind of surrender to the inevitable tides of life. I miss you every day, whomever you were, whatever you are, however you'll be. And though my heart breaks at dusk, it will be renewed by the dawn.

June 16, 2017
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