Because I could Not Stop For Death-
He kindly stopped for me-
The Carriage held but just ourselves-
Since then-’tis centuries-and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses Heads
Were toward Eternity-
Emily Dickinson 1830-1886
Two Nikon D3000 Photographs.
A self portrait and an old shack in the woods near my home, all edited and altered in PhotoShop7.
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