Tag: old lanes

• Do You Really Want To Go There?

  It’s early Autumn.  The air is crisp.  The broad leaves of the oaks and maples are sharp and bright in the sun.  Against the darker conifers, the reds and yellows are more muted–less distinct and less joyful. There is a lane.  It seems to possess a faint voice calling for you to follow to wherever…

  patrickjegan

  October 3, 2015

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  autumn, death, desire, evil, farmhouses, fear, forests, good, loneliness, old lanes, old paths, sin, temptation