disappearing ink

Weathered and sculptured by the sands of time, the winds of change, and things we can’t control.

Edgar is standing on a snowbank. He is looking at a paper piece of graffiti that once was a woman but it is now torn so that only part of her body is visible

Leaving our footprints in the snow, and in the sands of time.


2 thoughts on “disappearing ink

    • I had a hard time trying to decide if she was breaking up with him using bad break up lines, i.e. “It’s not you babe, it’s me” . Decided that that was too negative. Not that the post is positive as it is now!

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