Tag: Corfe
Moving through the frame like a memory, half-remembered, the wet pavement bakes in the over-warm summer’s day, her white dress whispering against the wind like a ghost, thickening with history….
Moving through the frame like a memory, half-remembered, the wet pavement bakes in the over-warm summer’s day, her white dress whispering against the wind like a ghost, thickening with history….