"I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me so...
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint patter...
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