Travels to nowhere. Places and people who no longer exist
They come back to life as our eyes and their images cross. You took me to a place that soon no longer existed. Who could have known? Like the final phone call last October. I never would have guessed. And
I’ll never understand.
This entry was posted on January 22, 2011 by culturalchaika. It was filed under Learning to cope with death. Trying to Understand. and was tagged with death travel past ussr.