I remember
I remember everything you have forgotten
What was true is now distant and far from reach
Your name is a cord of 1000 stones tied to my waist while I walk in the black sand …
Weekend photographer who looks for beauty in the simple things.
“The casualties of emotional combat lie like grass in the morning sun; wet with the dew of possibilities and darkened by the shadows of things left unsaid.”—C. Page (2009)
“The casualties of emotional combat lie like grass in the morning sun; wet with the dew of possibilities and darkened by the shadows of things left unsaid.”—C. Page (2009)
