Wednesday, March 30, 2016

"Two People. The Lonely Ones" by Edvard Munch

She stands alone, draped in white, a lantern placed firmly at the water's edge.

He approaches and breaks through the waters at a height equal to hers. But he is dark as the sand and rocks of the landscape, and so quiet as a whisper.

Maybe she wants his company. Maybe she doesn't.

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