Thursday, 23 June 2011

When Grandpa died it was not thunder, not crashing wave or exploding sun--simply empty bed, sheets tucked and pressed.

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Cody Gohl

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love the subtlety! Wonderful :)

Anonymous said...

mmmm very true

-Sarah M.

Anonymous said...

this is how i felt with my grandma. nice stuff.

rob

Winterwood said...

powerful!