And in the end

A group of us went to the cemetery to soak in the Fall foliage and shoot some pictures. We landed there and went our separate ways.

It was nice.




I found myself making stories. There are patterns. Identity. Who are you when you are gone?





Defined by relationships. I think about that Beatles line, “And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.”


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