August 24, 2017August 24, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese

I don’t think she lives there anymore 

August 24, 2017August 24, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese

You may have to judge me

August 22, 2017August 22, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Butterflies in a net

August 21, 2017August 21, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Reflections on Mangroves

August 14, 2017August 17, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Sun

August 12, 2017August 17, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Like Light

August 11, 2017April 9, 2025 Kimberly Vargas Agnese

~If I expect you to see everything the way I do…even though you touch the world with a different set of finger prints…then I might be dreaming of a place …where worlds are bound to collide.~

August 8, 2017August 17, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese

 Poesies

August 8, 2017August 17, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Apple scented

August 5, 2017August 17, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Her Father’s Beard