Ancient Rhythms
A bounty of photos means that Africa is still on my mind.
I imagine the roads at dusk, red soil, the shadows lengthening. A river beside the road, or maybe still water, a small pond.
Ancient rhythms, still alive.
(Photo by Katie Esselburn)
I imagine the roads at dusk, red soil, the shadows lengthening. A river beside the road, or maybe still water, a small pond.
Ancient rhythms, still alive.
(Photo by Katie Esselburn)
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