Jameson Fitzpatrick

LeavingHe stood backlitby windows full of winter,a shade thrown over his face.What a waste, I thought.What relief.

Jameson Fitzpatrick

LeavingHe stood backlitby windows full of winter,a shade thrown over his face.What a waste, I thought.What relief.

Jameson Fitzpatrick

LeavingHe stood backlitby windows full of winter,a shade thrown over his face.What a waste, I thought.What relief.