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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
    • Ireland
    • Massachusetts
    • New Hampshire
    • New Orleans
    • New York City
    • New York State
    • Pennsylvania
    • Vermont
  • Poetry & Prose
  • Instagram
  • About

She was a midnight vixen, born from shadows, a shapeshifter, drifting through neon lights. The click of her heels snapped like jazz music to the rhythm of the A-train.

September 14, 2018
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She was a force of nature; an incarnation, unphased by the gaze of us mere mortals. Her eyes fixed upon ethereal spaces, she looked right through me with her infinite stare.

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She walked out of my life as swiftly as she walked in. My breath still hanging from her scarlet lips like the cigarette's kiss.

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