Tuesday, November 12, 2013

On her demise




You must let me go first because I live in the sea
always now, and know the road.
                  Emily Dickinson



No matter which way you slice it,
the story doesn't change.


Disastrous.
Forever miserable, my blasted flower


your petals all are blown.


Photos were taken in West Quoddy, Nova Scotia.

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