We are judged on life. A stillness and earthquake, I can't see, I can't feel. At the end of it all it all comes back, like rippling tides through time and memories. Fogged out visions of past and future collide and I can't seem to focus on the final path ahead. Nothing is familiar and even less, certain. My uncertainties are stilled at the realization that I can't help myself. So I surrender. A calmness washes over the path and I am calmed. But this is the end, the final. I can only remain calm, cuz there isn't anything after. Take me.
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Photographer: @edgecelize
Producer: www.EdgeWares.net
Camera: Canon 77D
That last way.
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