Toni Frissell “Lady in the Water” 1947
I think of you.
I think of you in the moments between moments,
in the pause between breaths,
and I wonder if you think of me.
There is no middle road any longer;
is there darling?
If you cannot see me in your future, than am I now, a figment of your past?
Our earthy haven now immersed in oceans
and we adrift
in swells of memory.
Into the Mystic 
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