Echoes of the Past
And so, the echoes of the past, mingle with the voices of the present, trying to change the whispers of the future. Soft whispers growing...
The Pot
Smoothness without shine, thick metal without luster, cast iron blackness, holding a measured amount, of watery morass; mixed throughout, tossed, with thinly spread morsels, bits...
A Life to Live
A random path to wander, footprints and blank spaces. A mind to move, close knit compartments. A simple set of quick steps, hopping and jumping....
Shortypman
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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