Photograph taken by my husband.
Evanescent images of us from years past. It’s hard to remember on which side of the window I stood, and any of the transient thoughts stirring in my mind at the time. Three sheets of glass separate our eyes.
Photograph taken by my husband.
Evanescent images of us from years past. It’s hard to remember on which side of the window I stood, and any of the transient thoughts stirring in my mind at the time. Three sheets of glass separate our eyes.