Evening Smokes, Brickworks


Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (from Tales of a Wayside Inn, Part Third, The Theologian’s Tale)

And so, each exhaled, stood up, walked away. In different directions.

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