In the darkest night, when the city falls silent, he wonders, "What is the point of tomorrows?"
In the darkest night, when the city falls silent, he wonders, "What is the point of tomorrows?"

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In the darkest night, when the city falls silent, he wonders, "What is the point of tomorrows?"
© 2019 By Duane Kirby Jensen,
9 x 12 watercolor, ink, and graphite on watercolor paper

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