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The Photograph

I don’t recognize myself; this is not uncommon, but he seems to me like a white root suddenly exposed to sooty clouds; a tendril unearthed by quarrying shadows. A grainy tinge shades vacant eyes. In the distance, tenement towers - grey tusks in a monochrome sky. A callus of light is seen in the distance it reveals just enough of him to spook the dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 10/10/2019 1:24:00 PM
Hello Eric Ashford, I like the last 3 lies of the pom. It is a little errie. Have a nice day my friend.
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Eric Ashford
Date: 10/10/2019 2:23:00 PM
Thank you Darlene, yes 'eerie' is my thing. Glad you got something out of it. Bless

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