Watching the storms that have brought us up and together, feeling the heat and the heaviness of hot air as it penetrates the calm morning, hearing the branches fall upon the threshold of our door, looking out of these black windows on the earth as it surrounds us, we are still here, still together, though quiet times have covered us, and no one can see the walk we used to make, but we made them, together, holding my hand .
Ralph Peck
Photograph by Chris Hall
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