
Photo by Tim Girvin
I DON’T HOLD MUCH, IN A CEMETERY. Yet, sometimes you see things, along the way. Running by. Walking through.
A very grey, cold day, walking through, this, there:
wonder fullness, at the end of the world.
That’s it.
Tim

Photo by Tim Girvin
I DON’T HOLD MUCH, IN A CEMETERY. Yet, sometimes you see things, along the way. Running by. Walking through.
A very grey, cold day, walking through, this, there:
wonder fullness, at the end of the world.
That’s it.
Tim