The Future of Wallpaper Christopher Jug George

His summer-brown smile haunts me. I sense him now, unlike before, he is closer to me. He is gone.

The way she looks at me sometimes . . .

by Christopher Jug George

Photo by Christopher Jug George *St. Croix River* July 28, 2011

That beautiful lady stays inside of summer. She is wrapped in a shawl of timelessness and is so convincing when she tells me there never really is a now.

Published: December 29, 2011

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