Crumbling at the Edges


I live among a den of thieves

And, they all believe to be…me.

No saint.  No sinner.

Nor, recluse or debutante.

Just an image of more and more wants.

Life, for people, begins to crumble on the edges; they don’t realize it.

Dorothea Lange

 

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