Lines of people. Chords in a piece of music. The poem in the margin. A forgotten roll of film. Shoes that were never worn. Columns standing in a field. A car with no steering wheel. The shadows that stream from a crowd at the doorway.
Stories are unlimited. And many times it has nothing to do with the words on the page or the plaster above the altar.
Stay tuned…
-Noah D.
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