by The Pirate Librarian
The snow almost covers the outlines, but occasionally something pushes through, some rusted, jagged edge of a something that used to be something. Junk, in the winter, abandoned. As he takes in the metal gleams against the white, he can’t shake the feeling that they’re drowning. Can’t shake the feeling that they’re calling for help.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Photograph 2
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