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They who are going to die can love and see,/ Sound can be pouring through their fingers./ But I have forgotten what I wanted to say,/ And a word without flesh flies back to its palace of shadows.
Selected Pictures
- step into sky
- sun under water
- new toy
- old beehive panels
- I was inhibited
- fallen
- inside the Dime Building
- snow smoke
- goal
- signal
- winter bed
- whole
- dusk reflections
- noon
- pond, late fall
- Penobscot Building
- in our hearts
- steam railroading
- Washington Heights
- my shadow
- leaky hydrant
- north shore - Lake Michigan
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