My lens, a window for you to enter,
here, without.
My guess, the alpaca sweater you adore
keeps you warm –
there, within.
Guessing is a fool’s game.
Here Without
Krater Café
Words and Images by Richard Reeve
My lens, a window for you to enter,
here, without.
My guess, the alpaca sweater you adore
keeps you warm –
there, within.
Guessing is a fool’s game.
Lovely image and words…
Thank you.
But who doesn’t want to be a fool… when the eye sees what the mind does not understand…?
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