On Waking in Winter, George Freek
Philip Kobylarz, The Sighting, Photograph ON WAKING IN WINTER The moon seems wrinkled like an old woman with a fatal disease, or is that only the way I see it? Is time god’s revenge for the things we’ve done? Life is part hope, and part illusion. I’ve turned sixty-three. Where I’m now at, […]
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