Standing here the old man said to me
"Long before these crowded streets
Here stood my dreaming tree"
Below it he would sit for hours at a time
Now progress takes away what forever took to find
And now he's falling hard, he feels the falling dark
How he longs to be beneath his dreaming tree
Foto.Feola.Friday
I’ve shot black and white for decades, and for decades…
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