There was her and there was him and we followed somewhere in between. But that's all history. What now? Where will we go from here? When the seasons change and the leaves fall and the snow sparkles and the grass grows and the waves crash. Where will we go? Who will we walk with? Who will sweep the path? Who will go first? Who will straggle? Who will climb the walls? Who will smile? Who has the answers? Who? Who? Who?
Hoo. Hoo. Hoo.
Maybe the owl has always been asking the right question?
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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