I walk in circles now, following paths forward that crossover
roads I once considered. Time trips onward but no longer
is the line straight, no longer a captive of direct. This light
is lit now like a last lap, here, in this place once prized,
once positioned next to pride on platforms now too proud
to be passed off as plausible. Iām on the count-down to lift-off
while still turning corners teased with reflections that once shone
with the shade of an old shadow long since shed.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
This month is about looking back in order to move on, shedding old shadows to make room for fresh frames, a farewell to Living with Paris
Jane Dougherty
Shadows shed
fled
but not dead.
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Oh, thank you. No, never dead xx
Jane Dougherty
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