Woody Galloway, Photographer, Santa Fe, New Mexico

She brought me sunflowers one afternoon, through the blue door. They wrote music upon my soul, she and those flowers. Their fragrance is still with me now. I sit at my broken gate, and wait for their coming. She still brings me flowers. Through the door you are the morning wind in my branches, that move my leaves to dance. Come, come where ever you are. There is time enough. Oh! Yes.

Galloway Images, Santa Fe, New Mexico
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