“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.”
~ Norman Maclean ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in April 2019.
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OCTOBER OCTAVES
Categories: Photography, Poetry
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“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.” ~ Franz Kafka