Saturday, September 13, 2014

Too Late

Mere feet from the open water and freedom, you are stopped by these brash young trees who have stepped in quickly to block your path. "Where are your papers?" they demand. Reflexively, you reach into your pocket and withdraw a small packet. Too late, you remember where paper comes from. This is going to hurt.

This photo is copyright F. Everett Leigh and was first published on


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