Winter Wind
We are but fragile pieces, before winter comes. Just flowers with petals lost; or trees with branches bare; leafless remnants of nature, blown by the...
The Path
Always where to begin. Looking for a straight path to start. But it is all cycles within circles, edgeless turns that quickly bend, back in...
Gathered Dust
I’ve gathered dust from untold things, that was no doubt accumulated, and likewise passed on to me. Brushed off from overcoats; and shook free from...
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Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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