Written by Jacob Ibrag
We remained still, fingers intertwined within
the midst of our manifested madness. Letting go meant
the collapse of our young planet. And on the last leg of our
last day, we let go and delivered the inevitable eventuality.
Time is a faceless assassin and we were next on its list.
Photography by Paolo Raeli
Great one, Jacob π
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Thanks Jack π
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Damn Jacob! “Time is a faceless assassin and we were next on its list.” sizzled in my brain.
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Very timely (see what I did there?) sentiments for me right now…
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Absolutely….amazing
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Thanks Shareen π
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Thank you! The pleasure was all mine! Reading is such a giftπ
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Great piece. You’re work is some of my very favorite. You’re very talented!
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Thank you very much π
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Thank you π
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