in the middle of the dream (on the other side was you)

There was a day when he woke forgetting his name. In the dark of night of morning, he left. carving silhouettes into stone and his name into the mountains.

in the middle of the dream and very much walking to the other side was you..
how little is spent on what we should know

and even less on what we should love!DSC_0684.NEF

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