“Last night I woke up with someone squeezing my hand.
It was my other hand.”
~ William S. Burroughs ~
Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in March 2019.
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Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Compassion, Death, Digital Imagery, Fate, Goodbyes, Grasp, Hands, Jungles, Kindness, Memories, Nothingness, Oblivion, Palms, Passion, Paths, Perspective, Photography, Promise, Scarred, Thorns, Time, Worn, Wrinkles
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“Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.” ~ Harold Pinter