Flickr Friday

To you – The day trickles away, being gone slowly seeps into me, like the golden Glenmorangie, that burns the throat. The mouth places one stupidity after the other, astonishing time and again: The things that exist. You took yourself away from me, not even leaving behind a trace in the snow.

Text by Anna Töws

Image © Lukasz Wierzbowski

Image © Stefanie Walk

Image © Barbara Nowak

Image © Michelle Cho

Image © Luiza Potiens

Image © Daniel Carrillo

Image © Cari Ann Wayman

Image © Abbie Calvert

Image © gizembengisu

Image © Rhi Ellis

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