
quiet goes the day before us,
with our future in our hands.
and the light that filters down,
breaks apart at our feet.
without question we are sacred,
with what’s left let’s make amends.

quiet goes the day before us,
with our future in our hands.
and the light that filters down,
breaks apart at our feet.
without question we are sacred,
with what’s left let’s make amends.
They’ve all said it already [about the wind leaving the lungs] but I just thought I would say it again. Do you have a print of this photograph?
I do not, but I do have a ridiculously high resolution size if you’d like to print it out or get it printed individually.
Good grief. Your journal and I do not get along - I had commented on this when you posted it but it’s not here. Grr! I do believe I commented on the beauty of the photos along with everyone else but like on DeviantArt, I always am knocked over by the accompanying words. :)
pretty sunlight