Walking away from something...



Last week I had a long day. The night had been cold and wet. 

I mean it is the UK what else did I expect/ 

But it was time to move on.

I picked ip my stuff and the tent.

Looked back at the graveyard,

took a quick photo.

It was hard to see cause of my tremors.

But I walked away, thinking...

I will never come back.


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