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Rob Hudson
Conceptual landscape photography from Wales
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Toward the sun
The light (her hands were leaves)
The light (her hands were leaves)
Because everywhere I seem to be (I am only passing through)
Remember when you were only a child.
See the shadows lying where once we stood.
She thought that nobody could hear her prayers.
Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning.
Got no time. Got no mind. (For the line)
All of my days.
Slowly, slowly, I am drifting.
I saw you standing there.
It's a slow revolution that quietly turns.
The child, the tree, the shadow on his mind (and all a round the light)
All around the light.
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