WORDLESS WEDNESDAY TRUNKS TELL TALES

I wonder, as with love and hate,which came first- bark almost buried blindor the sweet lie of this lichen grown over as if you where the breath to its lung,the furrow to its field, the ground to its grass, the remnants of its final stand. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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BOUND

  You draw my attention from pondering path like thoughts collected in a well-worn carpet and make me wonder, as with love and hate, which came first- bark almost buried to blind or the sweet lie of this lichen grown around your years as if you where the whole to its being, the breath to […]

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