Photograph "Morning at Gorey 2""all rights reserved" 2018 Simon Harris.
11 Aug 2018
August Through to September
A souvenir perhaps? A collision of chance, coincidence upon coincidence, we build a fragile construct. Something to remind me, fragility, beauty, delicacy; an intrinsic evocation, a light at the end of the tunnel.
Then you must be hope and the beauty of you, your awkward impulse, your childlike demeanor, your searing intelligence, your hair intricately woven and your powerful spirit, is the light that forms the fragile construct that we call friendship. That we could have called love.
Then you must be hope and the beauty of you, your awkward impulse, your childlike demeanor, your searing intelligence, your hair intricately woven and your powerful spirit, is the light that forms the fragile construct that we call friendship. That we could have called love.
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