Ezekel Alan

This blog is about: cotton candy, cold milo, midgets, mangoes, sex, aged rum – everything but writing my next book

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The way we are – 4

“If they would listen to me speak, l’d tell of how empty I feel inside,” said the shell.

“We too feel used,” echoed the shoes.

“I know exactly what you mean,” said the wall!

(All photos by Ezekel Alan. Selections from my photo journal.)


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