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Stroke.

Stroke the dark.

Pet it, like the ocean does the shore.

Lick its wounds, as you would for your father. Your brother. Your mother. Your lover.

He walks. Gently. Carefully.

Twigs snapping under his paws. Leaves brushing against his pelt.

Howl. His howl. It roars like thunder and it covers a great distance.

I felt it. Became it. I am it.

And now Im...
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So I'm selling some official Robert Volkerts Photography t-shirts. Please check them out, and order if you like what you see.

Much love,

Rob.

Robert Volkerts Photography

Another graveyard shift.

*sigh*

When you get older days sort of blend together I feel. I almost never know what day it is or what the date is. All I know is deadlines, big projects, little projects, and prospects. It's so crazy, and so easy to get lost in the every day hustle and bustle of it all. Seldom a clear and coherent thought in...
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So, it's a new week.

Again I find myself sitting in the small, shitty, redundantly lit office doing the same old job.
But, something's changed.
I have new shirts out, and orders are coming in. Awesome!
I personally love my new shirts, and I hope they sellout quick. I'm selling them in Curacao, which is the island where I live, in the second week of...
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